I went to the store the other day. I was only in there for about 5 minutes, and when I came out there was a damn motorcycle cop writing a parking ticket.
So I went up to him and said, "Come on, buddy, how about giving a guy a break?" He ignored me and continued writing the ticket. So I called him a pencil-necked-nazi. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having bald tires! So I called him a piece of horse shit. He finished the second ticket and put it on the car with the first... then started writing a third ticket! This went on for about 20 minutes. The more names I called him, the more tickets he wrote. It was all OK though-- MY car was parked around the corner. :^) Kevin Hawkins // Greensboro, NC [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.kevinhawk.com Y2K Kawasaki ZRX1100 //'93 Yamaha GTS1000 //'85 FZ750
