Buy me a leather jacket..

And we begin ... I'm standing in the drive way, I may or may not be smoking something illegal. I can hear the unrelenting wail of sirens on Danforth. A parking-enforcement car slows down. And shines a light into the interior of my '91 Escort. And I think, "Oh shit. I better move my car off the street! I'm gonna get a ticket!" I wonder who they were looking for. And more importantly, what did they do?