On my way out of town for a little over a week. Pack up the car, the wife and the kid. Have to make a stop to pick up some paperwork from my uncle's friend whose on a job site in Flushing, Queens.
Of course there's no place to park so I park in a no standing zone, throw on my hazzards and leave the car running. I jog across the street, grab the papers and am heading back towards my car and a meter maid pulls up. My wife goes to get out of the passenger seat to get in the drivers seat but the asshole puts up his hand (like stop.) and immediatly zaps my registration sticker.
I run up to the car and start screaming at him considering I got out of the car for no more than thirty phuken seconds, my wife (licensed driver) is in the passenger seat and was going to move the car and my 3 year old is strapped into his car seat. This phuk has the nerve to get loud with me and I lost my kewl. I almost hit him but was able to restrain myself knowing that my son is looking at me thinking (Why is daddy screaming at the fat guy?)
The construction workers and people passing by in their cars see what's going on and start screaming at him which gets me more angry so I start yelling at him again. Now I'm running late, this fat phuk is taking forever to give me the ticket and then his cell phone rings. He stops punching #'s into his little device and grabs his cell.
Now I totally lose it and step forward and start to take a swing (I'm knocking this phuk out....stupid I know, wasn't thinking) Luckily my uncle's friend and a few of the contruction workers knew what I was about to do and basically wrap me up from behind. The fat phuk gets scared, leaves the ticket on my windshiled and jumps into his car.
I cool down after a few minutes, get back into the car and my wife is super pissed knowing what I was about to do but wasn't able to do. Now I'm looking at her with the "I know I'm lucky I wasn't able to hit the fuk...sorry babe" look, go to pull out of the spot and a phukin van makes a right turn in front of me as I'm pulling out. My wife screams stop, I do but I'm not able to back up fast enough and crunch my driver side headlight and corner of my fender is done. (100% my fault) The van is a shit box and the driver doesn't care I just hit him so 30 seconds later he's gone and I'm back in the car.
All this phat fuk had to do was say move it or let my wife me it. So now I have to pay a $115 ticket and caused about $800 worth of damage to my car becuas this phat fuk had to be an asshole. So I say this.............
DEATH TO ALL METER MAIDS ACROSS THE NATION! THEY ARE ALL MISERABLE PHUKS AND DESERVE TO BE RUN OVER ONCE FOR EACH TIME THEY PHUKED SOMEONE WITH A BS TICKET! STOP WRITING TICKETS AND GET A PHUKEN JOB AT BURGER KING....THEY PAY BETTER ANYWAY!
(P.S. Not fixing my car...hate the damn thing anyway.)
Of course there's no place to park so I park in a no standing zone, throw on my hazzards and leave the car running. I jog across the street, grab the papers and am heading back towards my car and a meter maid pulls up. My wife goes to get out of the passenger seat to get in the drivers seat but the asshole puts up his hand (like stop.) and immediatly zaps my registration sticker.
I run up to the car and start screaming at him considering I got out of the car for no more than thirty phuken seconds, my wife (licensed driver) is in the passenger seat and was going to move the car and my 3 year old is strapped into his car seat. This phuk has the nerve to get loud with me and I lost my kewl. I almost hit him but was able to restrain myself knowing that my son is looking at me thinking (Why is daddy screaming at the fat guy?)
The construction workers and people passing by in their cars see what's going on and start screaming at him which gets me more angry so I start yelling at him again. Now I'm running late, this fat phuk is taking forever to give me the ticket and then his cell phone rings. He stops punching #'s into his little device and grabs his cell.
Now I totally lose it and step forward and start to take a swing (I'm knocking this phuk out....stupid I know, wasn't thinking) Luckily my uncle's friend and a few of the contruction workers knew what I was about to do and basically wrap me up from behind. The fat phuk gets scared, leaves the ticket on my windshiled and jumps into his car.
I cool down after a few minutes, get back into the car and my wife is super pissed knowing what I was about to do but wasn't able to do. Now I'm looking at her with the "I know I'm lucky I wasn't able to hit the fuk...sorry babe" look, go to pull out of the spot and a phukin van makes a right turn in front of me as I'm pulling out. My wife screams stop, I do but I'm not able to back up fast enough and crunch my driver side headlight and corner of my fender is done. (100% my fault) The van is a shit box and the driver doesn't care I just hit him so 30 seconds later he's gone and I'm back in the car.
All this phat fuk had to do was say move it or let my wife me it. So now I have to pay a $115 ticket and caused about $800 worth of damage to my car becuas this phat fuk had to be an asshole. So I say this.............
DEATH TO ALL METER MAIDS ACROSS THE NATION! THEY ARE ALL MISERABLE PHUKS AND DESERVE TO BE RUN OVER ONCE FOR EACH TIME THEY PHUKED SOMEONE WITH A BS TICKET! STOP WRITING TICKETS AND GET A PHUKEN JOB AT BURGER KING....THEY PAY BETTER ANYWAY!
(P.S. Not fixing my car...hate the damn thing anyway.)
No I've gotten a lot better as I've gotten older. Just under a lot of stress lately and my fuse is going back to 17 year old me. I'm thankful I didn't hit the guy. Just needed to vent and make a few people laugh at my stupidity.
