Traffic Wardens, who gave them the power? The tin pot gods, who roam about the streets, hide behind hedges and between cars waiting to pounce, giving out tickets like they’re going out of fashion!
Mind you, I’m not dead set against them; I just REALLY don’t like them. Every day that seems like a reasonable one always manages to turn sour when they saunter out from where ever they have cleverly camouflaged themselves- like a bad day in Bosnia. With that little smug face they wear like a badge of honour, they’re just the type of people to race a lady, with two walking sticks and half a leg to her car…but that would never happen to Heather Mills would it?
The most annoying thing of all is the lack of signage that is displayed, how on this earth are WE supposed to know that there’s parking restrictions? You get of your car and it’s like a game of roulette. Heaven forbid we interfere with their ‘God given’ right to paste tickets on every single car they see. I’m not for one moment suggesting that all Traffic Wardens are Idiots but by god all idiots are Traffic wardens.
‘Hug a Traffic Warden’ is T-Mobile’s new and preposterous idea, why would we want to hug them? That’s like sleeping with the enemy! Now, with the sudden political upheaval; “I’m not a traffic warden, I’m a civil enforcement officer” rubbish that they spin; either way no matter what they call themselves/would like to be called, you’re a traffic Natzi! End of.
Surely that’s the only job description in the world that requires; no friends, no sense of humour and no morals. Makes you wonder how they got their jobs doesn’t it. Sitting thinking;’ I qualify for that, that’s my calling, I’m going to be a complete jobs-worth’ I would understand the dishing-out of tickets had it looked like Stevie Wonder had parked the car- all in all I suggest next time you see one no need to get agitated by them; to hell with the ‘hug a Traffic warden’ campaign lets’ start our own –‘hang a traffic warden’
