This one day, a little neighbor girl came up to me and asked, is there anything fun to do when you get old? Now being in my 60's, I took a second to think about it and I told her, "why yes. Just the other day I went to the market and 5 minutes later I walked out and saw a cop writing a ticket.

I walked up to him and said, hey buddy, how bout givin a senior discount.

The cop didn't respond and continued to write the ticket. I then called him a nazi. He stopped and looked at me, and proceeded to write another ticket, this time for having bald tires. I then told him to go f**k himself.

After the first two tickets were written, he proceeded to write a third. This went on for a good 20 minutes, but I figured, what did I care, my car was parked around the corner.

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