Parking ticket I was having a bad day. For one thing I hadn’t slept well the previous night because of another loud party next door. On top of that, I felt a cold coming on. So I drove to the neighborhood drugstore, and ran in for a couple of minutes, just to get some cough drops. When I came out, there was a cop, writing a ticket for the expired parking meter.
“Give a girl a break, would you?” I asked him. He ignored me and went on writing. I called him a “pencil-necked Nazi.” He glared at me and began writing a second ticket for the expired city sticker. I called him a “horse’s ass,” and he began writing another ticket--for worn tires!!
I didn’t care. It wasn’t my car, but I’d recognized it as my noisy neighbor’s. I take my fun where I can get it. | |
