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I went to the mall on Saturday, and I was in there for only about 5 minutes. When I came out there was a damn traffic cop writing a parking ticket.
So I went up to him and said, "Come on, sugar..., how about giving a girl a break?" He ignored me and continued writing the ticket. So I called him a pencil-necked member of the Gestapo.
He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn tires. So I called him a royal piece of horse-sh*t. He finished the second ticket and put it on the windscreen with the first. Then he started writing a third ticket, for the cracked windscreen! This went on for about 20 minutes.
The more I abused him, the more tickets he wrote. "Fat ass", I screamed at him. Yet another ticket. "Fat ass and fat belly", I shouted again. His hand wrote furiously as his neck went a deeper shade of purple and his blood pressure mounted and his breathing got heavier.
I then walked off as my bus arrived....
I try to have a little fun each day. It's very important.
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