I cashed in some karma points yesterday.
I went to have my haircut (number 2 at the sides, short and spiky on tops thanks very much). I had to wait a while and by the time Doug had worked his magic I’d been in there an hour. As I crossed the road to my car I happened to look up.
Hmmm, what’s that sign?
Oh, it’s a no standing side and I’m parked on the wrong side of it.
All those years of sticking to the speed limit and not buying a four wheel drive must have paid off, or the good grey ghosts of Yarraville must have already knocked off for the day ’cause my windscreen was thankfully free of any small bits of pink paper.
You lucky chook – the ONE time I did that, I got booked. Bastards.