My Run-IN with the LAW...

This, is David...

and TODAY... was a hard day for the city of San Diego.

OK...

So I walked outside all pissed cus Poncho made me lie about his age.

And as I'm walking out there I see one of those 'City of San Diego Public Workers' with his little golf cart writing out a ticket for the car.

So I'm like, "What the heck?" and I run over.

Here are the events EXACTLY the way they happened...

ME: Dude, don't give me a ticket let me move it. I'm right here.

Guy: No, I already gave you a ticket.

(he closes his little book)

ME: Come on, give me a chance I'll move it right now.

Guy: No sir, I already made the ticket, you need to move it.

(he points to the ticket all crooked on the window)

ME: Well, then there is no point in moving it anymore! Since you gave me the ticket, I'm not going to move it.

Guy: You HAVE to move it.

ME: I'm not going to move it you already gave me a ticket.

(So I grab the ticket and I like, arrange it nicer and put it back on the cars windshield) Take away the ticket and ill take away the car.

Guy: Oh I cant take away the ticket, but you still have to take away the car.

ME: There's no point in me moving it unless you take it back, I'm not going to move it.

Guy: You need to move it.

ME: You need me to move it you know what to do.

Guy: FINE. DO whatever you want!

And he got into his little car and stepped on it all mad, but it didn't work cuz two minutes later I could still see him trying to "speed" up the hill with that little car.

An hour later, Perla and I were in the Lobby and we see the little sweeper car come by and have to move around the car. LOL