Meter Maids: 47, the D: 1
I am often known to stop by the Quiz downtown after school to have a sammy and talk shop with Poo. I plug the meter for a little while and then keep my eyes peeled for those stuffy ladies I always mistake for mailmen. You can tell that I mistake them for mailfolk by the current score (see title.) Today's mean old bag came out of nowhere. Before I knew what was happening she was writing me up a fatty. I grabbed my coat and bolted out the door, whipped my keys out, and jumped across my hood like a total badass. The meter maid lady looked at me a little funny. I said,
"Did you just see that?"
"I was write in the middle of righting you up," was her reply. I unlocked and opened my door.
"MUAHAHAHA!" I laughed with redemption. Annoyed by my brashness, she says all pissy-like:
"I can still punch it in and you'll be fined." I get in and close my door.
"NO!" I pleaded. "bitch."
I didn't wait for a response but threw the Olds into reverse and we were out.
I WIN!! I SWORE AT AN ELDERLY LADY UNDER MY BREATH!! I AM A TOTAL BADASS!!
Right?
"Did you just see that?"
"I was write in the middle of righting you up," was her reply. I unlocked and opened my door.
"MUAHAHAHA!" I laughed with redemption. Annoyed by my brashness, she says all pissy-like:
"I can still punch it in and you'll be fined." I get in and close my door.
"NO!" I pleaded. "bitch."
I didn't wait for a response but threw the Olds into reverse and we were out.
I WIN!! I SWORE AT AN ELDERLY LADY UNDER MY BREATH!! I AM A TOTAL BADASS!!
Right?
posted by sleepeater at 3:04 PM
2 Comments:
You lie D. The Maid told me everything including the drunken appology on your part after relieiving yourself on her shoes. Your oxford shirt saved your soul.
I have no idea what you are saying to me right now...
--here's a joke:
Q: how many i's does it take to spell relieving?
A: depends on the yost.
hah
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