"Finally, “#152, #152” was called. We both sprung out of our seats and approached the clerk. 

Hollywood could not have cast a more perfect-looking City Clerk than the gentleman on the other side of the counter. He either had a lousy lunch, or he was naturally a grumpy older man. He said, “What can I do for you?”

It was noisy all around us, so I yelled the following few words; “I want to build a skateboard park.”

“Say what? You say you want what?” He shot back!

And that is when the fun began."