SO that bastard cop tracked me down today and of course he gave me a ticket.
Which kind of irks me considering I renewed my tag online Wednesday morning.
I guess it doesn't go through instantly like so many other Visa transactions in the world.
I know I can contest the ticket, but what I'd really like to do is file a complaint against Barney Fife (R.I.P. Don Knotts). I mean seriously. This guy has some kind of vendetta against me and my Saab.
Oh well. I've stewed in my sour juices for about an hour now. That's enough time feeling sorry for myself and mad against the world.
It's Friday, I've got a three day weekend coming up, and everyone in my family is healthy and reasonably happy.
Life is pretty damn good.
So eff you, copper.
What an ass. Maybe he thinks your hot and it's his excuse to get to you?
Come on now...Saab screams yuppy scum. You are cool and all, but you ought to know that...
Nat- That's what a few people have said. Kind of a funny way to show it. He hasn't a chance in hell though- older and decidedly unattractive. BUT, he could let me live out my fantasy with handcuffs...
Red- Oh well. I've been called worse... After going through being a nerd, goth chick with a tongue ring, church girl, club kid and just about every other phase, I guess I'm ready to try out yuppy.
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