Dedicated to the Busdriver:

Once, my old boss wanted to contest a parking ticket so he dragged me to Old City Hall. It was that or go into work, so I followed. (insert Daffy Duck soundbite: “Eh! Its a living!” here)

As fate would have it, we took the back door of the Hall. Passing the security desk I got the biggest smile from the cop sitting at the security desk there. I smile back and keep walking. Meanwhile, my boss is digging the ticket out of his wallet and proceeds to ask her where the court room is. I hear “Wait! WAIT!” and I turn to see the cop is completely flustered, waving her arms at me like a lunch lady who’s dropped a tray of jello desserts.

“I thought you guys were cops! This isn’t a public entrance!”

Wow! She thought I looked like a cop! Cha-ching goes the ego!

And that, my dear readers, is my Old City Hall Story.

Teh Ehnd.