15 August 2006

Deja Vu


Blogger Stray said...

I read your story. It was rather well written, my blood pressure rose with every sentence. I nodded along and wanted to take a freshly sharpened clipboard down there to chop his head off with.

Perhaps he expected you to have some sort of parking permit attached to your bum? An orange badge sewn to the back pocket of your jeans?

2:18 pm  

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