The Parking Ticket

Our friends back in South Dakota have asked what we do to make our days interesting now that we are retired and living the good life on the Massanutten. Well, for example, the other day, the pickle queen and I went into Harrisonburg and visited a shop downtown. When we came out, there was a cop writing out a parking ticket.

We went up to him and I said, ‘Come on, man, how about giving a senior citizen a break?” He ignored us and continued writing the ticket. I called him a name I can’t repeat in this blog. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn out tires.

So, the pickle queen called him a different name that can’t be repeated either. He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he started writing more tickets. This went on for 20 minutes. The more we abused him, the more tickets he wrote.

When we saw that his ticket book was getting quite thin, we walked across the street, got in our own van and went about our own business.

We try to have a little fun each day now that we are retired. It’s important at our age.

Keep your fork


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