If I were to run up to a traffic warden shouting 'please, please, wait. I'll move it, I'll move it!' only to be told it's too late, the ticket has been applied to the windscreen.
To see the warden's face when I say: 'Good thing I caught the bus then, innit? Do you know whose vehicle this is?'
Whack, whack, ooooops.
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