Sunday, June 28, 2015

One day, outside the supermarket...

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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