45. What A Day?

I went to the mall today, and I was in there for only about 5 minutes. When I came out there was a darn Metro cop writing a parking ticket.ÂÂ

So I went up to her and said, “Come on, sugar…, how about giving a guy a break?” She ignored me and continued writing the ticket. So I called her a stiff-necked Prude. She glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn tires! So I called her a verkrampte piece of horse-sh*t. She finished the second ticket and put it on the windscreen with the first. Then she started writing a third ticket, for the cracked windscreen! This went on for about 20 minutes.ÂÂ

The more I abused her, the more tickets she wrote. “Vetgat” I screamed at her. Yet another ticket. “Vetgat with a boep-pens!” I shouted again. Her hand wrote furiously as her cheeks went a deeper shade of purple and her blood pressure mounted and her breathing got heavier.ÂÂ

I then walked off as my bus arrived….ÂÂ

I try to have a little fun each day. It’s very important.

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