Foul Language
Copyright© 2007 by Coaster2
Chapter 1: Mr. Happy
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I yelled at the meter girl.
"What does it look like? I'm writing you a ticket for overtime parking." she replied calmly without looking up from her pad.
"Jesus H. Fucking Christ... what do you do... just wait around out here until the fuckin' meter runs out so you can write me a ticket?" I blasted again.
"Nope, but if I had the time... I'd give it some serious thought." she snapped back.
"Fuck me. You must be a real fuckin' prize in your household. I snarled.
"Look, Mr. Matheson," she said looking up at me. "I'm tired of your foul mouth and abusive behavior. I've been real tolerant up 'till now, but I've had enough. I'm reporting you to the Police for Harassment.
"You fat pig!" I yelled. "Go ahead. You'll find them down at the donut shop stuffin' Long Johns in their mouth and listening to their fuckin' arteries harden." With that snappy send off, I yanked the door of my Range Rover open and slammed it shut after me. I started it up and peeled away from the curb. I got about a kilometer down the road before I realized I needed gas. It was one of the reasons I had come to town, so I pulled into the Shell Station and filled the tank.
As I pulled out of the Self-Serve, I heard a siren blip and checked the rear view mirror in time to see a RCMP car with light bar ablaze tucked up under my bumper. I pulled over to the first open spot on the curb and I'm sure steam was coming out of my ears. I reached into my jacket for my wallet, pulled out my Drivers License, then reached into the glove box and took out my registration. I pushed the button on the armrest and lowered the driver's side window in anticipation of the arrival of a constable.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Matheson. May I see your license and registration please?" he asked politely.
I handed them over wordlessly, but I was seething inside. The stupid little cunt had turned me in and I was already plotting my revenge.
"Mr. Matheson, I understand you had a conversation with Ms. Wallington a few minutes ago." he said.
"Yah, so what?" I replied with a snarl.
"She says you were abusive and threatening. You realize that is an offence sir?" I'll give him this... he was maintaining his full load of politeness in spite of my attitude.
"Bullshit! I swore at her and she deserved it. I did not threaten the cunt." I didn't bother to soften my presentation.
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.