San Francisco's finest

I'm sitting in Starbucks, waiting for the work on my car to finish @ Tire Broker.

In front of me are 4 San Francisco parking and traffic employees. Yes, that's right, the fine civil employees who give us all parking tickets.

It's easy to hate these people right? But isn't it just their job? And you can't hate someone for making a paycheck and paying their bills right?

Well..maybe you can.

I wish I could take a picture of these 4 without them noticing.

They are all crowded at a table and they oddly brought their own tray of cinnamon buns. That's right..their own tray of cinnamon buns. And not just regular cinnamon buns. I mean the type of buns you get in the mall that are at least 1000 calories each.

And no wonder. Each of these workers are probably a good 40-50 lbs over weight. Apparently riding around in the parking cart doesn't burn a lot of calories.

I'm not saying you should hate these folks because they are overweight and on what looks to be a 1 hour "coffee break".

I'm saying you should hate them, because as they shovel cinnamon bun after cinnamon bun into their borderline obese bodies, they are recounting some of their favorite tickets they have given people.

"One time, I gave this guy a ticket when he was just a couple of inches inside a bus stop area. Boy was he pissed...hahahaha"

Bastards.