Christmas 2025, I knock on your door.

It’s raining outside. You open the door and find me standing there. I say “I’m Mrs. Claus, I’m afraid I have some bad news. We’ve had a bit of a situation at the North Pole. Santa was in a bit of a hurry to get off this year, but unfortunately, the reindeer had already eaten themselves to death when he was ready to leave. Since you’re just down the street from where he was in the first place, I was wondering if I might be able to borrow your car.”<br><br>What do you say? What do you do?