Hey Parking Meter Police

So I'm driving downtown yesterday to pick up a book that I need for a course. Anyway, after driving around for literally ten minutes just looking for a parking spot, I finally nab one and have to parallel park on a busy road. Of course fucking idiots blared on their horn the entire time.

Much to my dismay, the meter only accepts quarters. I have one quarter, but around ten to twelve dimes and nickels. Apparently one quarter only gets you fifteen minutes on this particular machine.

So I hustle down two blocks or so to the book store, and the fuckers apparently have the book in stock, but neglected to put it on the shelf, where there was an empty space for my particular course. The fucker takes his sweet time getting the book from the back room, and comes back reeking of smoke. I think he took a cigarette break while "looking"
for it. I buy the book and return to my car.

I see the meter checker fuckhead leaning over my car and just looking at the meter. Luckily, there are two minutes remaining. I have a short temper, so I am pretty pissed off at this point. "Get a real job, dipshit," I say to this Neanderthal. He tells me to have some respect for law enforcement. "You're not a real cop," I inform him. "You're literally just standing there watching numbers count down on an LCD screen. How long have you just been standing here gaping like a fucking moron?"

Incidentally, I ranted at this moron for over two minutes. He has the audacity to try to write me a ticket while I stand there. I just pull off before the fuckhead has a chance to write down my plate number.

Fucking idiot.