I have deep respect for those who ride on the stars and stripes of this country. They offer their time, their hearts, their bodies, and their lives to serve and protect.

But you know you live in a high-class, boring town when you get a parking ticket at 2 a.m. for your vehicle being backwards, in front of your own house. You know there isn’t much going on when the sales tax is already 7% and somehow find a little yellow envelope on your windshield at the elementary school where your kids attend. Trust me, there was more than enough room for your comrade firefighters to do all they would ever need to do. Thank you, thank you for protecting this community against all 15 of us volunteers who probably gave your children cupcakes during that one hour.

Officers who are itching to fight crime: I salute you, with only one part of my hand.

I may regret this post, but I’m too heated to care right now.