So before I tell you the story…I’m gonna stop and we’re gonna Quintin Tarantino it up a bit.
random WOOSH noises…
The date is Friday October 30th, 2009. The time…what is time? I make my way out to my doorstep when the fresh, cool breeze of a Fall morning enters my lungs.
I take a deep breath.
I think to myself, “Hey self, let’s ride!” So I put on my gear, strap my helmet to my head and take off, where? Who knows, but I believe it’s a school day, and I should probably take note.
I pull into Buff State, my thoughts jumping around like a donkey on cocaine. I notice a dump truck and large pile of dirt in the motorcycle parking lot. I cringe.
“Hey! Don’t park here!”, says the construction worker.
“Okay pal, I hear ya.”, I say to myself.
So I park on the sidewalk, nonchalantly if I do say so.
Lights flash!
(Travel forward to the afternoon)
…
OKAY!, enough of this storyline bullshit.
I come out and this bitch of a cop is writing me a well deserved ticket, asks me if I had a problem cuz I complained about how the bike parking lot was being used for retarded shit, I own her at words, she pulls away without writing me a ticket.
Chris- 10
Buff State- ZERO
Now here’s where I LOL’d today:
I parked in a normal parking spot today because the lot is STILL being used for retard work. I come out at 2:00pm to see that I have a parking ticket written by the same dike “police” officer that tried giving me one the other day. I see that it’s for an expired inspection sticker. Okay, no problem I say…
Why?
BECAUSE IT’S NOT 2010 YET BITCH!
She wrote me an “I’ll show him!” ticket and neglected to note that in her ignorance and hast, she forgot that it’s not 2010 just yet. Sorry lady, but you just got covered in FAILsauce.
Valid 2010 inspection sticker > Power Tripping Buff State “Police” Officer
Chris- 1,000 points
Buff State- ZILCH!
/story
