No.  NOOOOOOOOOOO!  I’m running to my car, just in time to see a meter maid tearing off a ticket and lift the wiper to secure it.  She gives me an insolent smirk, and while locking eyes with me, hocks a big loogie and spits it onto my windshield.  I open my mouth to say something, but she brays, “DON’ WANNA HEAR IT!!! HAHAHA!”  Then she picks her nose and wipes it on my window.  Open my eReader.  Magic flash.  A glowing T-Rex with angel-wings descends from the sky and every passerby gapes at it in awe.  It lowers its neck and rumbles at me, “I am your new ride, Kent, Son of Wayne.”  After I climb onto it it turns to the dumbstruck meter maid, gives her a measured look, then exhales hotly onto her, inundating her in its incredibly bad halitosis.  She screams, pukes, and soils herself all at once.

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