We got ticketed midday in a very quiet street,while we were unloading food for a funeral wake at a local pub, wife was in car while I took the food in, there was no traffic or obstruction to anyone yet female traffic warden
gave us grief and a ticket, yet few yards away on the other side were cars double parked in middle of road outside a garage.
Now we're back to square one and the security guards and managers
gave us grief, except for this one extraordinary gentleman, the hero, the legend, who flew us through security and all the hassle with it and helped us arrive at our stand at A9.
Coats were used as goalposts - but spoilsports
gave us grief.
Not tonight or tomorrow, it's one of the seven or eight kinds of self-abuse: the body a standoff-- midnight and beer is when I think of her, as almonds and Asiago, clementines and wine spread out on the floor of her apartment, no chairs, just pillows and talk of the men we loved who
gave us grief.
And I used to hate the old busy-bodies who
gave us grief.
