So... I go to the shops yesterday, I was in there for about 5 minutes,
and when I came out there's a motorcycle cop writing a parking ticket.
So I went up to him and said, 'Come on, pleeeease, how about giving
a me a break? I was only gone for five minutes.'
He ignored me and continued writing the ticket. So I called him a 'pencil-
necked nazi'. He glared, finished writing the ticket, then walks around the
car, looks at the tires and tells me he's also giving me a ticket for the
one bald tyre. So I called him a sack of horse-crap. He ignored me, tore off the
second ticket, and started writing a third!
This went on for about 10 minutes. The more I abused him, the more
tickets he wrote. Finished up writing 6 tickets!!
Then I said "Well, gotta go, seeya"
I didn't care. My car was parked around the corner...
Marcos Ambrose - 2003 V8 Supercar CHAMPION
This could be the start of something big