Since I passed my driving test at 19, I have four times been a victim to parking wardens and their sadistic fetish for fining people when parked, as they describe it, illegally. My first parking ticket was fair game as I was over the time limit by two hours, it still didn't prevent me from shedding a tear and trying to find someone to justify my actions to. My most recent brush with the 'law' was two weeks ago, and in my defence, it couldn't be helped.
On the rare occasion that I bring my car to work, on this particular day I was running late so it was a convenience that I had to take, the car park was full so I had to meter feed. Which only allows parking for a period of 2 hours. In which time I had been dragged in to a very important meeting that could not be disturbed (it was about the works Christmas party and whether we were to have a free bar or not). As I say, every minute had to be taken.
I came out of the meeting in a frantic panic with cold beads of sweat dripping from my forehead as the realisation sunk in that I was over by........10 minutes.
Maybe I would be lucky enough to escape the evil clutches of the meter man this time? I ran to my car and there it was, staring back at me, with a smug little grin stuck right in the middle of my windscreen. The yellow and black ticket that would rip me off of £25.
Why are they so sticky too? I discretely tried to rip it off without any one seeing, but the little bugger just wouldn't shift. Not only was it an eyesore but it was to leave my window with a tacky rim. Anyway I paid the fine today. So I am still a little bitter. As well as lighter in the pocket.
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