When is it going to be my turn?

Yeah, that's what I'm asking.

When is it going to be my turn?

You know what I'm saying?

So let's set the stage, Thursday night, right?

March Madness.

MSU versus Kansas State.

It's a crazy game. Me and my girlfriend are watching it at this one like pub type place eating food. and we want to catch the end of it,

but we still want to head home

because we don't want to be in the pub anymore.

So we're racing home to try to get there.

We get home.

I park in my handicapped spot. We still want to, like, head home because we don't want to be in the pub anymore. So we're racing home to try to get there.

We get home. I park in my handicapped spot like I usually fucking do. Exactly. Because I'm handicapped, right? Forgot to put my placard up in my rush because it's such an intense game, you know, overtime. You got to see it. What can I say? I got to see what's going on. Exactly. We ended up losing.

Great game anyway.

But the next day, we go to go out to do our like Friday activity things. I get a ticket on my car for not displaying my placard. Whenever I don't display my placard, like when I'm fucking driving, I usually have it on the shifter on my car. Okay. So you can still see it. You can look

in the window. If you look in my car. But anyway, they gave me a fucking ticket. This has happened before, but usually I get a warning because I have the placard and it's always in the car. But this time, no, they gave me a full on ticket. So I had to go to court. Court. Yeah. They got going to court. I went to the like police station or whatever the fuck I had to go to just to get it taken care of. But instead of going like and just getting it done with the front desk person or whatever like you usually do, she said, yeah, we're actually on lunch right now. So just go to the courtroom. Go to the courtroom and talk to the magistrate.

Nice.

So I'm like, first I'm like, what the fuck is a magistrate?

Like I just legit.

I just forgot with the wordme. I just forgot with the fucking wordman. I was like, oh, like Grief Carga? Nice. I was like, what the fuck? So I go there and I sit down and I get padded on off go through security and everything and I'm sitting there just and then this dude just starts grilling me about being handicapped. Oh my God. What? It just starts fucking grilling me. He's like, is this actually your placard? And I'm like, yes, it's my fucking placard. I wouldn't take this to the police station and just lie. I don't even know like if it's perjury. That's a microaggression, right? That's what I'm saying. I walked in the courtroom and I already don't know what the fuck i'm supposed to do because it's not like it's a judge and it's like a courtroom it's a real courtroom but it's not a real courtroom okay you know what i'm saying so i'm like can i even approach the bench am i going to get tackled by the fucking bailiff or some shit if i do this like what's going on what can i do what can i not do so I'm already nervous just because I'm there in general and then he started to go and he's like so

if I if I do this, like, what's going on? What can I do? What can I not do? So I'm already nervous just because I'm there in general.

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