I was heading to the gallery the other day when Grayson jumped up, all eager, “Hey, I’ll come with you!” I was so happy he wanted to tag along with me, and lately he’d been doing it more and more. I figured he was just enjoying spending time with me.
We were sitting there when a couple of tourists pulled up and started fumbling with the parking meter. As everybody in town knows, those meters haven’t worked in years — they’re just shiny souvenirs bolted to the street.
Before I could say a word, Grayson dashed outside. “Don’t worry,” he told them, “just give me the coins and I’ll hold on to them. This is my mom’s gallery — if the traffic officer comes, I’ll tell them the meter’s jammed and hand them the money.”
I pulled him aside after and said, “Grayson, you know very well those parking meters don’t work.” He just grinned and said, “They work just great for me.”
The events and characters depicted in Wolfe’s Woofer by Melody S. Wolfe are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The column is intended for satire and entertainment purposes only.