lockstock
25th January 2008, 03:09 PM
Here's the scene. Dropped OH at the cricket ground with his buddies to watch a double helping of 20/20 cricket and set off for some unfettered shopping and stuff that needed doing. I did all the stuff that needed doing and then drove to the Warehouse in the centre of town to park. I nipped up to the insurance offices first and then back to the Warehouse for some recreational (but completely necessary)money spending.
When I got back to the car I saw it was clamped. The red mist had begun to descend especially since I was clutching several pink Warehouse carrier bags. I looked for an attendant and then it dawned on me that the black uniformed adolescents swinging nonchalantly from the bars on the walkway weren't on a ciggie break after all. They were carpark 'attendants'. One lurched his way over to me adjusting his greasy baseball cap as he approached. He looked all of 12 years old bless him (bear in mind red mist had at this point descended)
but he had begun to look afraid, very afraid.
'Excuse me madame, I can see that you have been shopping at the Warehouse but did you go somewhere else first?' Of course I did, you watched me go down the street you moron. (Didn't actually say it though)
-'Because you're not allowed to do that.'
'Oh really? And where do I get that information from?'
-'That sign over there'
'But is doesn't say anything on the other fifty signs does it, sonny?'
-'Well no but I think my boss wants to put some up'
No comment sprang immediately to mind. Several have done since.
I decided on the patronising charm offensive because he was aleady fumbling with his keys at the clamp by this time.
And the little scrote finished by bidding me goodbye and 'have fun'.
It was hot, very hot. I was irritated but already composing my forum post.
Park at Warehouse and dare to go somewhere else during the same parking time AT YOUR PERIL:roll
When I got back to the car I saw it was clamped. The red mist had begun to descend especially since I was clutching several pink Warehouse carrier bags. I looked for an attendant and then it dawned on me that the black uniformed adolescents swinging nonchalantly from the bars on the walkway weren't on a ciggie break after all. They were carpark 'attendants'. One lurched his way over to me adjusting his greasy baseball cap as he approached. He looked all of 12 years old bless him (bear in mind red mist had at this point descended)
but he had begun to look afraid, very afraid.
'Excuse me madame, I can see that you have been shopping at the Warehouse but did you go somewhere else first?' Of course I did, you watched me go down the street you moron. (Didn't actually say it though)
-'Because you're not allowed to do that.'
'Oh really? And where do I get that information from?'
-'That sign over there'
'But is doesn't say anything on the other fifty signs does it, sonny?'
-'Well no but I think my boss wants to put some up'
No comment sprang immediately to mind. Several have done since.
I decided on the patronising charm offensive because he was aleady fumbling with his keys at the clamp by this time.
And the little scrote finished by bidding me goodbye and 'have fun'.
It was hot, very hot. I was irritated but already composing my forum post.
Park at Warehouse and dare to go somewhere else during the same parking time AT YOUR PERIL:roll