those crazy diplomats

I went to lunch this afternoon with two friends (the Croat and the caveman) to Burritoville on Water Street. We sat by the window, looking out at the sidewalk by a fire hydrant. Croat gets up for a fountain drink. Caveman and I, still looking out the window, watch a police tow truck roll up, pulling a green GM car with nice shiny rims. It then backs up to the curb, deposits the towed car in front of the hydrant by our window, and leaves.

I'm sure that New York ticket quotas are bad, but does traffic enforcement really have to stoop this low? Other suggestions to what we saw are gladly welcome.