Officer (approaching):
Excuse me, sir. You can’t park here—this is a fire lane.
Public Servant (waving him off):
Yeah, yeah, I work in the mayor’s office. I’ll only be a minute.
Officer (calmly):
Understood, but city policy still applies. I’ll need you to move the vehicle.
Public Servant (irritated):
Are you serious right now? Do you know who I am?
Officer (still calm):
I know your badge says “city official,” but that doesn’t override public safety regulations.
Public Servant (laughs smugly):
Look, I deal with your department all the time. You’re wasting my time here. Why don’t you go write tickets for people who actually matter?
(A brief silence. The tension is thick.)
Officer (steadily):
With all due respect, everyone matters. Including the people who could be hurt if emergency services can’t get through. Now, I’m asking you one more time—please move your vehicle.
Public Servant (shaking his head):
Unbelievable. This city’s falling apart and you’re worried about where I parked.
Officer (firmly):
The law applies to everyone. If you refuse to comply, I’ll have no choice but to issue a citation. Your position doesn’t make you exempt.
(The public servant scoffs, then reluctantly heads to his car.)
Public Servant:
You’re really going to write me up?
Officer (writing calmly):
No. I’m going to do my job. You decide what happens next.
