Last Updated on October 31, 2022 by ADMIN-TOM
I started writing because, well, that’s what I do, what I’m paid to do. Then I saw this guy, staring at me. I knew something was up.
“What are you doing?”
I looked up. “Writing a ticket, can’t park here.”
“But I have to park here. There’s no area big enough, except here.”
“This is Central Park, buddy. No parking, despite the name.”
“But…”
“What’s your name?” I asked thrusting the parking ticket into his hand.
“Klaatu, but…”
“That’s a parking ticket I just issued,” I said pointing to the paper in the guy’s hand. “You have fourteen days to pay.”
“But I’m here on a peace mission. Earth is in danger.”
I smiled a hard, NYPD cop smile. “Move your saucer buddy, or I’ll tow it.”
Copyright © Tom Kane August 2022
