February 23, 2004

A little fun

Sibyl is a retired friend of mine . I did not ask her the other day what she does to make her days interesting. But if I had, she’d probably tell me a story something like this.

I went to the store the other day. I was only in there for about five minutes. When I came out there was a city cop writing out a parking ticket. I went up to him and said, Come on, officer, how about giving a lady a break?

He ignored me and continued writing the ticket. I said that was the sort of thing a fascist might do. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn tires. So I raised a question of doubt about his parentage. He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first.

Then he started writing a third ticket. This went on for about another twenty minutes. The more I abused him, she said, the more tickets he wrote.

Then she told me that she didn’t especially care, that it was really important at her age to have a little fun now and then. And besides, she said, her car was parked around the corner.

I wish I had asked her. This story sounds just like something she would do.

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