Problem: too blotto to drive, but don't want the hassle of coming back in the morning to get your car. Solution: a guy with a clown-scooter and a $20 bill. How anything like this can get past the acres of red tape imposed by local, state, and federal governments, let alone various transportation unions, I never will understand. But hey, more power to him!
He doesn't get past, he just ignores.
Posted by: Grandma Pat on November 15, 2010 03:31 PMIt's not the government I'd worry about; it's the swarthy men with cheap suits who'll take him out behind the olive-oil factory for a quick lesson in the cost of dental work and the difficulty of making a living with ten broken fingers.
Posted by: DensityDuck on November 16, 2010 04:21 PM