My response has been; “No Madam / Sir / Miss, it’s the nasty Traffic Warden.” Which no one has seemed to mind. I wonder if someones dumped Prozac in the local water supply because I’ve rarely come across so many happy smiley faces. Even a builder walked past with a “Fair play to you mate.” Whilst I was booking an illegally parked car.
This has happened half a dozen times today out on one of the outer town beats where my path takes me past several rather posh boutiques. What on earth is going on? No matter, I’m sure when it all wears off I’ll be public enemy number one again and everything will be back to normal.