Officer Ron and I were working beat 1732 and stopped into the station for him to use the washroom. I sat in the car, bored. I took Ron’s ticket book and opened it to the next citation to be issued. There are 5 copies of the traffic citation and the yellow copy goes to the traffic violator. On the backside of the yellow copy, in very small print I wrote “You’re a jagoff.” Then I put everything back in order. When Ron returned to the squad car, I suggested that we write some tickets and make our sergeant happy. Soon afterward, we stopped a violator for going through a red light, and Ron issued him a citation. Thirty minutes later, we were summoned to the District, and Ron was directed to see the Watch Commander. I stood outside the Watch Commander’s office listening. After getting his ass handed to him, he stomped out the station cursing under his breath. I caught up with him and asked him what happened. When I burst out with laughter he immediately new I was the culprit. Boredom is what you make of it.