The Ticket
I went to the store the other day, and I was in there for only about 5 minutes. When I came out there was a damn motorcycle cop writing a parking ticket.
So I went up to him and said, “Come on, buddy, how about giving a guy a break?” He ignored me and continued writing the ticket. So
I called him a pencil-necked Nazi. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for my having worn tires! So I called him a piece of horse s**t. He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he started writing a third ticket!
This went on for about 20 minutes… the more I abused him, the more tickets he wrote. I didn’t give a damn. My car was parked around the corner. . . . .
