We see it. We know it. We want it. My husband runs out of the car. I yell. Wait. He doesn't hear me. He goes to the car in front of us. Grabs the magnet comes back in. It's a magnet. I've never seen. But wait, I go into the center console. Grab a magnet that I've been hiding. Run out to the car in front of us. Stick it on their back, get back into the car. It's all waves and cheers, and that's what I call. A successful trade.