Parking Ticket

 
I went to the store the other day,
and I was in there for only 
about five minutes, when I came out there was a motorcycle
cop writing a parking ticket. So I went up to him and said,

"Come on, buddy, how About giving a guy a break?"

He ignored me and continued writing the ticket. So I called
him a pencil-necked Nazi. He glared at me and started
writing another ticket for having worn tires! So I called
him a piece of horse poop. 

 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 20 minutes. The more I abused him,
the 
more tickets he wrote. 

I didn't care. My car was parked around the corner.

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