It's always a BMW, isn't it?
The next day, I saw a soft top BMW parking in one of the disabled spaces outside Darlo's Wilko. I assumed he didn't have a blue badge.
But who says there's never a
policeman Parking Control Officer around when you want one? She wandered along just as the driver was leaving his car, and asked him if he did have a disabled parking badge.
He, of course, replied "No", and she asked him to leave, politely.
To my disappointment, he only put up a token argument before leaving. I was amazingly slow about unlocking my bike from the Sheffield stand, which gave me time to enjoy the show.
Where's the schadenfreude thread?