Relativism Writ Large

So, at Wale’s place, watching a movie. Knock at the door. It’s a cop. I immediately grab my keys assuming it’s because I parked on the side of the street even though there were no signs saying I couldn’t. I say “It’s mine, I’m sorry, I’ll move it.” HE gets verbally hostile and starts yelling at me, saying he is going to get it towed if I don’t move it. Then starts asking me, angrily, where I think I can park on the side of the street. “My parents, in Columbia.” “well that’s because there are parking spots.” “No sir, it’s residential.” “WELL, you need to move it before I tow it! Next time I won’t come looking for you!” “Thank you.” FUCKING PIG. PIG PIG PIG PIG PIG. I was calm and apologetic the whole time. He was nothing but belligerent. 

The end.