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.