One time on the way back from the beach with group i decided to go back with the girls instead of the van because we could smoke in the car, and i was low on cigarettes and had no money and could bum smokes off the girls.  The girls had missed the van in the morning because they woke up too late and they drove on their own and met us at the beach.  I noticed the girls had parked their car in a dirt lot which also happened to be a pay lot; but apparently they were not aware of that when they parked and were relieved to have avoided a citation.  Opps i didn't know i was supposed to pay for parking, one of the girls said as we exited the lot.  Then i thought it would be funny to say, i did, from the back seat as i was looking out from my window at the passing vehicles.  i didn't think much of it, much less they would much believe it—that i went out of my way to check then rectify their parking status.   Thank you ___, i would have gotten a ticket.  I was quiet, laughing inside, waiting, for their laughter, i guess, the one that comes with low expectations, the one that i've cultivated, the one i've come to know...but they didn't bite, these monsters didn't bite.