This came in through the email from Richard. I have redacted the name in the story on the bare chance that the story might be true.
Local dancers will remember **** ****-****, who was known to get a tad testy from time to time. I just received this message from him about his latest run-in with the Big Blue Machine:
Yesterday I went downtown to run a few errands. I went into the local coffee shop for a snack.
I was only there for about 5 minutes, and when I came out, there was this cop writing out a parking ticket. I said to him, "Come on, man, how about giving a retired person a break?"
He ignored me and continued writing the ticket. His insensitivity annoyed me, so I called him a Nazi.
He glared at me and then wrote out another ticket for having worn tires. So I proceeded to call him a donut-eating Gestapo. He finished the 2nd ticket and put it on the windshield with the 1st.
Then he wrote a 3rd ticket when I called him a moron in blue.
This went on for about 15 minutes. The more I talked back to him the more tickets he wrote. Personally, I didn't really care. I had come downtown on the bus, and the car that he was putting the tickets on had one of those bumper stickers that said "McCain in '08".
I try to have a little fun each day now that I'm retired. The doctor tells me that it's important to my health.