A frantic gesture by Mrs. Bananas outside the store alerted me to the presence of a car behind my car, and it wasn't Mr. Softee.
It didn't help that my car was a milk-white 2008 Volkswagen Jetta wagon with Michigan plates.
I charged out out out. Before I could get a word in edgeways, I got the grille.
"Is that your car?"
"No, ma'am, that's a test car. I am reviewing it."
"Well, you ain't got a press sticker in the front windshield."
"No, ma'am, I sure don't, but I'm pleading hunger in the 1st degree. I'll git, right now. To heck with the food."
"You're gettin' a ticket."
"If you have to. I sure would appreciate it if you'd let me go."
"You're gettin' a ticket."
"How about leaving off one of the numbers?"
"Now I'm writing 'Tried to bribe.'"
"How am I bribing you? I just asked you to leave off a number."
Silence. Since it appeared I was nabbed, I shrugged and started to dash back into the store to get my food.
"I already got it!" Mrs. B. said.
I waited. Wasn't I supposed to get some kind of orange envelope with a summons?
Walked back to the traffic agent's car, stuck the puss in the window.
"Hey, can I get out of here?"
"Yeah, go ahead."
Off I zipped.
You don't get sent to the Principal's office a billion times without learning something.
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2 comments:
You're very funny Captain Bananas. Thanks for visiting Donkey Dreams. I lived for 5 years on the west side in my younger days. Sorry you can't have cats. we're down to 12, I htink, but that's farm life [they are all fixed I might add] I liked your post on marriage.
Ya know the Bananas family had a total of 19 cats while I was growing up, asthma and allergies be damned...thanks for reading!
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