MisteRogers' Neighborhood1968

Mister Rogers:
[enters the television house, as usual. But instead of his usual cheery attitude, he seems solemn and upset by something. As he sings "Won't You Be My Neighbor", he doesn't change into a sweater or change his shoes, just remains in his suit, holding what looks like a ticket in his hand] I don't feel like singing "a beautiful day in this neighborhood." Oh, it's beautiful enough outside alright, but I don't feel beautiful. I'd like to take this ticket and rip it up. This is a parking ticket. Yeah, I parked my car in one of those places that has a meter. You ever seen a parking meter? You have to put nickels and dimes in and then you turn the thing and this [demonstrates with his hand] Goes up like that? Pay for parking. Well, I drove downtown, and all I had was a dollar bill in my pocket. I didn't have change to put in there. Well, I went into the drug store to get some change and when I came out again, there was this lady writing out this ticket. And I had the change right there and I said, "look, I just went in there to get the change. Don't give me a ticket." And she said, "here's your ticket. Tell your story to the judge."