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.