I went to the store the other day for only about five minutes, but when I came out, there was a motorcycle cop writing a parking ticket. I went up to him and said, “Come on, buddy, how about giving a guy a break?” He ignored me and continued writing. So I called him a pencil-necked Nazi. He glared at me but didn’t say a word. He just started writing another ticket for worn tires! So I called him a pile of horse manure. He started writing a third ticket! This went on for quite a while, but the more I abused him, the more tickets he wrote. I didn’t care. My car was parked around the corner. It’s important to have a little fun each day.