We need to have fun like everyone else. Well, for example, the other day, Bev my wife and I went into town and visited a shop. When we came out, there was a cop writing out a parking ticket.

"We need to have fun like everyone else.
Well, for example, the other day, Bev—my wife—and I went into town and visited a shop.
When we came out, there was a cop writing out a parking ticket."

So, I walked up to him and said, “Hey officer, how about giving a good citizen a break?”

He didn’t even look up. Just kept writing like he was signing autographs for speeding celebrities.

Bev, never one to back down, chimed in: “Come on now, he’s old, slow, and he parked like a confused duck—but his heart was in the right place!”

Still writing.

I tried to charm him with the ol’ classic: “You know, I once wanted to be a police officer too… until I realized donuts were cheaper when you’re not on duty.”

Nothing.

Now, Bev’s getting fired up. She says, “If you give us that ticket, you’re basically declaring war on retirees with bad eyesight and GPS systems that think every alley is a shortcut!”

He pauses.

Then shrugs... and starts writing another ticket—for the expired inspection sticker!

Now we’re both flustered, and Bev goes, “You know what? Write one for the air freshener, too. It smells like pine lies in there!”

By now, a small crowd had gathered. One guy clapped. Another started filming, whispering, “This is better than reality TV.”

After five minutes, the officer had written three tickets. Bev leaned over and said, “Don’t worry, I loosened his shoelaces when he wasn’t looking. Karma’s got heels.”

Eventually, we realized—we didn’t even own that car. Ours was parked on the next block.

We casually tiptoed away, pretending to window-shop while the real car owner came out and screamed, “What happened to my record?!”

And that, my friend, is why Bev and I are now banned from three blocks of Main Street… but hey, we’re having fun like everyone else.