Stick It Up Your....
So it was a beautiful day Wednesday in Buffalo.
I was out visiting job sites. One after another. I was marveling at the progress in the city. I had also planned my visits so that I could grab a Godfather sandwich off the truck on the corner of Delaware and West Huron.
Tomaso's.
The guy makes a good sandwich. The Godfather is sausage and steak and provolone on a hoagie roll.
I paid the money for parking - fifty cents for ten freaking minutes and I headed to the truck.
People are nice in Buffalo. You can't pass someone without someone saying hello.
My mood was all right despite working like a crazed man lately.
I chatted with the guy making my sandwich. He took his time.
I thought about where my car was parked because as nice as the people are that's how rude the parking enforcement assholes are.
I got my sandwich and headed back to the car so I could eat it while reading about the state of the Sabres and Bills.
They're as bad as the sandwich was good.
After taking my first bite I looked up to see the parking ticket stuck under my windshield wiper.
It was 11:37 when I discovered the ticket.
I had been good to 11:34.
Where was that bastard? I scanned the area and saw three of the envelopes stuck on the people around me.
I grabbed the ticket and my paid receipt.
11:34 on the receipt.
He wrote the ticket at 11:31.
I may have even been back to the car at 11:34.
So.
I'm a writer, right?
I wrote a nice little letter and shoved it into the envelope.
Then I ate my sandwich.
It was awesome.
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