A man came in today with a ticket for riding his bike against the flow of traffic. He insisted that he had been hit by a car, knocked unconscious, and discovered the ticket when he woke up.
Respondent: So when I woke up in the ambalamps, the ticket was sittin' on my chest.
Me: Right on your chest? The paramedics didn't like, move it or anything?
Respondent: Yeah! (ripping his shirt open) I got staples in my neck and stitches on my face. I used to be pretty! Now I ain't pretty anymore.
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