They replaced a bunch of parking meters on and near my street today, which means I just have to go out with a shovel and whang them all sideways again.

Unrelatedly, I was getting on the bus this morning when I saw a few shiny white cars all together, emblazoned with the following decals:

Louisville METRO PARKING ENFORCEMENT

and, slightly smaller,

EMERGENCY 911

I am still trying to envision a scenario to justify their coexistence.

Jasper takes off his hat to scratch his head. “See, it’s parked just… right up on the curb, there. A red curb. I don’t know, Waylon, what should we do?”

“Do?” snaps Waylon. He jerks the cell phone out of Jasper’s kangaroo pocket and thumbs three buttons. “I need the Louisville Metro Parking Enforcement Squa–“

Before he can finish the word, a driverless Corolla squeals up the street and whips around, braking hard. A man and a woman in suits and sunglasses parachute into the seats.

“Agents Long and Dervish,” says the woman coolly. “You called?”

Then, some buildings explode.