Ed was towing cars. It was not a job he did with gusto, but it put a lunch in his box, and covers on his bed at night. Unlike some of his associates, he did not react with glee when he found a car parked in the WRONG SPOT. However, he was fully endowed with a sense of commitment, and never shirked the task at hand.
The first car of the day that he towed was a Beat-Up Economy Car. No sooner did he have it All Hooked Up and Ready to Go, when a small man with a Petite Pony-Tail and Rugged Boots ran up to him.
"Stop" he shouted insistently.
Ed continued his duties. "I am in no position to stop," explained Ed. "I am not in a Stop zone. I am in a Tow zone, and towing is my duty. Is this your car?"
"Yes," said the small man with a Petite Pony Tail and Rugged Boots. "And it was only there for five minutes."
"Five minutes, or five hours, I work round the clock," said Ed factually. "I have been told to tow cars in this zone, and you have parked your car in this zone, so I will have to tow you."