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 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
dumb arsed Bayman. He glared at me and started
writing another ticket for 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 care. My Vanagon was
parked around the corner. I try to have a little fun
each day. It's important.
Keith
'88 Westy