I went to the shop 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 man, how about giving a guy a break?"
He ignored me and continued writing the ticket. So I called him a pencil-necked Nazi.
He glared at me and started writing another ticket for worn tires!
So I called him a piece of horse shit. He finished the second ticket and put it on the windscreen 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 car was parked around the corner.
With thanks to SafeTinspector for this one
6 comments:
That was funny.
Straight out of an old British sitcom from the '50's, I do believe... Can't remember the name though.
But still funny!
Even funnier if you know the owner of the car ;)
Even funnier if you loathe the owner of the car... or if you once dated the owner of the car...
Is this one you're planning on trying out Lindy?
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