Right, imagine this. You have just had the most wonderful day out to Southport with you family and your children’s smile spreads right across their face. (Feels good doesn’t it!) Then you walk over to your car to find the dreaded yellow ticket. The smiles have now hit the floor. But wait, you check you p+d ticket and you are back before the expiry time...so why are you getting charged? What’s going on!? Then you read the note... You put your parking ticket on the wrong side of the windscreen. How can there be a right and wrong side to put a p+d ticket?
As I said before... selfish.
For instance, the last time I heard of anyone getting a ticket being stamped onto their car was for the most ridiculous and heartless reason ever!!! A young man was driving down the main road when he saw someone collapse to the ground-it was later established that he had had a heart attack! He kindly stopped his car to go on help this needy victim. The Good Samaritan rang an ambulance and comforted the sick man until it had arrived. When he returned to his car; there was the cold-hearted man, stamping that dreaded yellow
Ticket onto his windscreen. The warden clearly knew why the ‘Samaritan’ had pulled over to the side of the road. But did he care? Absolutely not! All he was
Concerned about was his daily quote of fines! And getting a little gold star off his boss!!
So, I am sure that you will agree with me that the only way to avoid getting a parking ticket is to leave you windscreen wipers on full speed when you leave your car! Come on folks; let’s get all traffic wardens safely locked away in room 101.
The second thing that I would put into room is the people who make you leave the blinding in horrendous pain and make you slurp soup for every meal of the day. These people are dentists. As soon as you enter the building, you are dumped into the waiting room and forced to sit on quirky furniture. You start tapping away, humming to yourself and staring into space; until you reach the point where your hands in drawn to the out of date-by a year- magazines. Well, would you rather sit in boredom or read totally old news.? Exactly. You wouldn’t!
Your turn. It’s time to have the hairy nosed bloke breathing all over your face. You are told to sit on the solid chair and it is viciously lowered down so that you are facing the ceiling feeling quite awkward and a blinding light is placed right in front of your face, leaving your eyes to sting. He says ‘Go Ahh’ and practically yanks your lower jaw off of your face. He pokes his rubber covered fat fingers into your mouth as he says a load of gobbaldy goop to the young assistant who is tapping away at the computer. He starts prodding your gums with sharp instruments and is filling your chompers with disgusting clumps of metal.
