I can’t hate on the Queen of Soul, Aretha Franklin, for using her resources to get her out of a ticket. Surprisingly she was at Neely’s Barbecue Parlor in New York, when she saw one of those pesky meter maids. Now I don’t know if she ran outside singing Respect or what I just know that it ended with her signing her signature on an envelope from the meter maid and there being no ticket written for her. Way to use your talent Aretha. I’m just jealous that I can’t do anything like that and get away without a ticket. What do you think of Aretha getting out of a ticket by giving her signature?

Spotted @The New York Post