That's The Ticket

The other day, a couple of friends of mine invited me to as gathering at a local bar and grille, where they expected to be until about six or six-thirty in the evening.  I couldn't leave  my house until half past five, and I didn't get there until a quarter to six - and sure enough, I couldn't find a parking space.  Eventually, I did find a place to park in a public lot and then rushed right in to the bar and grille nearby, figuring I could pay at the pay kiosk (there are no old-fashioned parking meters in this particular lot) later. 

I had a good time with my friends, but when I came out and went to my car, I found a parking ticket on my windshield.  I didn't get a ticket for parking without paying; I got a ticket for parking in an undesignated space.  That is, I didn't park in a legitimate space; I invented one.

As a result, I had to pay a fine that was $35 more than the fine Trump paid after he was sentenced the day after for his 34 fraud counts stemming from the hush-money case.   

How much was my fine? $35.

I had to pay thirty-five bucks for parking illegally, and Trump gets an "unconditional discharge" without having to pay a cent for committing a felony.

Nevertheless, the fraud counts are still on his record.  And instead of the first black female President taking the oath of office of President on January 20, the first convicted felon will do so.

Trump is appealing his conviction.

This country needs a colonic.