oneandonly wrote:Well for example, the other day I went into town and went into a shop. I was only in there for about 5 minutes. When I came out there was a cop writing out a parking ticket. I went up to him and said, "Come on son, how about giving a senior a break?" He ignored me and continued writing the ticket. I called him a Nazi. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn tires. So I called him a piece of dog *** He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield 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. Personally, I didn't give a *** I came into town by bus. I try to have a little fun each day now that I'm retired. It's important at our age.
Can't wait to try this with those Commissionairs down town..
Paladin wrote: oneandonly wrote:Well for example, the other day I went into town and went into a shop. I was only in there for about 5 minutes. When I came out there was a cop writing out a parking ticket. I went up to him and said, "Come on son, how about giving a senior a break?" He ignored me and continued writing the ticket. I called him a Nazi. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn tires. So I called him a piece of dog *** He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield 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. Personally, I didn't give a *** I came into town by bus. I try to have a little fun each day now that I'm retired. It's important at our age. Can't wait to try this with those Commissionairs down town..
Good one. Can't try it with my mountain bike. The tires will pass safety inspection. I probably wouldn't but my tires would.
oh did you now. is that true oldman?!?
well you better get started willie!!
I'm taking a corespondence course on how to get old. I just got lesson one in the mail today:
oldman wrote:oldman here lit the candles on my last birtday cake and set off the smoke alarm
My story really IS true.
My Grampie couldn't read, but when I was young I didn't know that. Every time I called there, my Grammie would say "He's reading the paper." What he was actually doing was going through the paper finding pictures that looked interesting and then asking Gram to read those stories to him. He'd wait until she got in the middle of the story and forgot to pay attention to him, and he'd pinch her with his toes. (I've inherited this ability, and my hubby HATES it!)
Anyway, Grampie would always put down the newspaper to talk to me on the phone. And every time he talked to me, he'd sing an old Faron Young song, "Bimbo." And when he finished, he say, "Have you found YOUR Bimbo yet?" Boy, if he could have still been alive for my first wedding, he'd have probably sang "Bimbo" all through the ceremony - it would have been fitting, I was to find out later. "Bimbo" was a polite word for that.
Anyway ... my Grampa's been gone for 18 years this month, but I like to think that a humorous story like this would have been extremely amusing to him!