You said you was in a hurry.

I leaves the show without seein' the best part, gits the car an' drills through the traffic tryin' to git yuh home quick.

Now you're kickin' because I did hurry." "Hey! Whadda yuh mean, blockin' the traffic ?" a domineering voice behind him bellowed.

"This ain't any reception hall, and it ain't no free auto park neither." Another traffic officer with another pencil and another pad of tickets such as drivers dread to see began to write down the number of Casey's car.

This man did not argue.