Mistaken identity

I have a problem. Some might think it is not a problem but there you go. Certain people who appear to be short sighted take a half glance at my imposing (Well Mrs S thinks so and I’m not going to contradict her because I want to live – she can be a very forceful woman) figure and say “Good morning Officer.” Then; “Go on dear, say hello to the nice Policeman.” To their goggling tots.
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.