Worry? Day after day after day, the surgeon kept postponing me saying he was inundated with work. Day after day of suicide grade boredom watching the unconscious patient next to me die of emphysema. Yeah they came in one day rolled him up in the green bed sheet and rolled him out.
The cop stood next to me. Arms folded. After my VISA card payment cleared, the cop asked the cajero if everything was satisfied. The cajero nodded yes. The cop turned to the next person in line, a Mexican lady.
I went outside and found the license plates on my car removed. Two cops immediately appeared. They said I had parked illegally in a blue zone. So I unlocked the door, reached under the front seat and extracted the blue mirror placard. "Esso Es!" they both cried. "We just knew you did not park here intentionally to break the law. They then fetched my license plates and politely fastened them on the car. You know, the plates with the blue wheelchair symbol - sometimes referred to a disabled license plates.