I parked my car earlier today and strolled over to the parking machine to pay, only to be confronted with an ‘out of order sign’ – alone enough to send me over the edge.
Then I got a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see a parking warden who promptly told me “it’s not working mate” and then said I should use the other machine which he pointed out on the other side of the green. “I’ll wait here “he said “and you have one minute”. So, I began running across the green brushing past innocent pedestrians in a race against the clock.
It was at this moment, gasping for breath, I realised that parking wardens have too much power. What must it feel like to be hated by every driver on the roads? Well, if you ask me they must feel almost Almighty – after all how many others have people kneeling at their feet begging for forgiveness on a daily basis?
Oh, and they love it.
