When I worked at a grocery store, I had to keep from laughing in the face of old ladies every time they asked me where the NAPOLEON ice cream was. You know, NAPOLEON ice cream; the one with strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate. But I respectfully led them to the ice cream section and showed them the Neopolitan ice cream, pronouncing it correctly without waving my high school diploma in their noses.
"But I just saved my three children from ninjas and Russian spies!"
"Oh really? In that case let me just rip up this tick... oh, I already hit enter. If you could just sign here and initial down here. You have until October 9th to appeal. Thank you, have a nice day."
The only thing that could make this situation better is if you revive the ninjas and point out the parking enforcement officer impounding their rickshaws.