I went to the supermarket today,
and I was only there for about five minutes. When I came out of the store,
there was a cop writing a parking ticket.
So I went up to him and said,
"C’mon, pal, how about giving a dude a break?" He ignored me and
continued writing the ticket.
Those of you who know my know I don't particularly appreciate being ignored, so I asked him if he hadn’t reached
his quota of parking tickets for the day. He just glared at me and started
writing another ticket for worn tires!
By then I was on a roll. I asked him if his psychiatrist made him lie face down on the couch because he was
so ugly. I might have also made some vague allusions to his ancestry at that point. He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the
first, then started writing a THIRD ticket!
This went on until he had placed five tickets on the windshield...
the more I insulted him, the more tickets he wrote.
I didn't care. My car was parked around the corner.
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