September 08, 2008

Jokes of My Fathers : The Meter Maid

Last Friday, I went to downtown Memphis to attend a barbeque lunch just off Riverside Drive and when I came out on the sidewalk, there was this Meter Maid type MPD cop writing out a parking ticket.

I said to her, 'Come on, how about giving a retired person a break'?

She ignored me and continued writing the ticket. Her insensitivity annoyed me, so I called her a 'Nazi.'

She glared at me and then wrote out another ticket 'because the car has worn tires.'

So I proceeded to call her a 'doughnut eating Gestapo.' Knowing I could get away with this because how Memphis trains its cops to say yes sir and no sir to all and to be super polite under stress.

She finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield under the wiper blade with the first.

Then she wrote a third ticket when I called her a moron in blue.

This went on for about 10 minutes. The more I talked back to her the more tickets she wrote.

Personally, I didn't really care. I came downtown on the bus, (because gas is so darn expensive) and the car that she was putting the tickets on had one of those bumper stickers that said, 'W04.'

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.

No, this wasn't my father. He's not retired and he hates Memphis. Mostly for the same reason I love it... smoking in the airport. Good times.

Posted by mcblogger at September 8, 2008 09:52 PM

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That was hilarious. I love it.

Posted by: Karl-T [TypeKey Profile Page] at September 8, 2008 10:57 PM

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