I own this town

At the office recently Dave said to me, "I saw you with what must've been your parents over the weekend."

"Where?"

"You were standing at a corner on Michigan Avenue."

"Oh yeah, they came to town to visit for a day and at that point we were on our way to Tucci Benucch for supper. Where were you? I didn't see you."

"I went by in a cab. I was going to roll down my window as I went by and yell 'McCluskey, you suck!'"

That would've been great: I would've recognized Dave but my parents wouldn't know him and I could've said something like "Oh yeah, that's why they call me the King of Michigan Avenue."