Lou Milner - Walkin 'n' Chalkin

Walkin' n Chalkin'

by Lou Milner

So I'm chalkin' down the street, as usual. I get to the handicapped spot--on the corner in front of the Lucky--and there's a car sitting there, engine running, no placard. And it's pissing down, eh? And I'm kind of excited 'cause a handicapped ticket, that's worth a hundred and twenty-five bucks, right? If I don't write an O.T. all day, they still break even on my pay. And I can find a snug little hideyhole out of the rain. Anyway, I'm writing the ticket, and the guy comes rushing out of the store. I say, "Hey!" And he says, "Oh yeah, I was in a hurry and I needed this spot." I say, "If you don't take the ticket, I'll have to mail it." And he says, "Whatever," slam. So like I barely finish getting the plate number--he's already peeling away, right?--when old Mary comes limping out, hollering and screaming. Turns out the guy was inside robbing her store.