THERE'S CANDY INSIDE

So Kate works at a treatment center for young boys and girls. It's in Magna. The other day I was at school and my dad calls my phone and says "Josh, the police are at my house and they want to talk to you."
The cop gets on the phone and says "Are you the owner of an Astro van?" I proudly answer that I am. Then he starts asking me all these questions about what my van is doing in Magna outside a home for young kids and why the back is full of skateboards and skis and stuff. I pause for a second because I realize where this is headed. Then I answered with the truth of the matter:
Kate and I switched cars that day, the skateboards are because I still shred sometimes and the skis and stuff are from a program that I was starting to help Spanish-speaking kids learn to ski.
So in the end the cop buys my story and then he tells me why they were concerned in the first place. It turns out that the director of Kate's treatment facility had seen the van parked out on the street and immediately assumed that it belonged to some perv trying to spy on the kids so he called the police.
That was when it hit me: This is proof that my van is so powerful that when you see it, it makes you want to call the 5.0.