They
say women go for men in uniform. I have comprehensively disproved this
theory having spent the last week dressed as a traffic warden.
I
did have my uniform torn off. But it wasn’t a romantic affair, more a
scuffle. My assailant, who resembled a tattooed pork pie in a jump suit,
evidently resented my giving her parking tips.
Perhaps she’d intended
to park her 4x4 on top of the confused elderly man in a mobility buggy.
It
took the poor devil seven minutes to pull himself from under the
wheels. If only he’d done it in five, then I wouldn’t have had to give
him the fixed penalty notice. Rules is rules.
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