Traffic Wardens

I bet you’re expecting me to tell you all what a bunch of bastards they are…..

Normally yes. But yesterday I was ->this<- close to getting a ticket. Had to go to the bank to cancel my card and order a new one after the clever loss of my wallet. Obviously I had no cash. Parked in the car park ran to the bank, did my bits, came back, was no more than 5 minutes and saw a lurking by my performance Peugeot 406... "Sticking a ticket on my car are you?"

A hilarious conversation followed: "Yes, £60"

After a bit of idle chit chat and hiding of my emotions we struck a deal, he'd let me off as I got to him before he'd tapped anything into his box of dirty tricks. He'd let me off if I bought a ticket. Wonderful - I didn't have any bloody cash! After bit more smooth talking he let me on my way and moved on to his next victim.

I don't know what I'd without my good looks and charms! He had a mustache and clearly fancied me.

So this is to say thank you to some of the traffic wardens out there, you’re not all c*nts, some of you are just gay.