A ticket from God and Dog Poo
I recently had several run-ins with my former life...but there were unexpected outcomes. A few days ago, I walked out to my car and was put into a panic by a ticket on the windshield. Did I not know about an alternate side of the street parking? Was there some law I did not read about in my sub-par studying of CA traffic rules for my driving test? Oh, no. It was a little flyer about God. I got a ticket from God.
The other run-in was while walking on a dark night. My foot slipped and I thought it was poo. I was all grossed out. Nasty poo on my foot. But...no. It was dirt. Dirt not poo.
This is LA not Queens.
3 comments:
that doesn't mean you won't get tickets...i'm just speaking from personal experience here. the only difference is now that i'm on my own i can't force my dad to pay them for me by taking too long to pay them myself. aaah, the sweet days of living in the suburbs and driving the parents car to queens or manhattan...
sigh.
ps remind me to tell you my ticket/mafia story!
Ooo, that sounds good. I have several entertaining mafia stories myself.
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