Finals Finale

So I went to turn in my final final, my Law and Psychiatry take-home exam. There were no spaces, so I parked at a metered spot. I didn't have a quarter, I had two dimes and a nickle, so I thought, what the hell, I will run in, run out, bing, bang, boom.

As I was coming out of the law school, the metermaid man was giving me a ticket. Fucker.

What a fitting end to my law school career--another $25 owed to the Wal-mart of Law Schools, the Harvard of the Midwest.