Sorting out the litter-bugs: A Tale of Mirth and Woe
The car is parked.
The ticket is bought.
"Hey!" says the boy, "What's that on the ground?"
It is, it transpires, a parking penalty ticket, ripped in half and flung on the ground out of rage.
TAKE THAT, The Man.
"Well," I say, "That's not very nice. Not only has somebody been caught parking illegally, they've also committed the CRIME of littering."
We are all agreed: We are digusted, and something must be done.
"What, then," asks the boy, "What should we do?"
"Stick it on a car," said his friend.
"But... which one?"
So he did.
And they say kids these days don't care about the world about them.
And I know what you're going to say: "Pictures, or it didn't happen."
Here you go:
Cannot, and probably did not, end well.