You blokes are all the same: you never give a pensioner a break! Pack of bastards!

Oh yeah? said the officer. Cop this, and wrote out another ticket with the first.

Typical! said the pensioner, your mother probably worked in the fish market and you were born under the filleting bench!

Thats it! says the officer writing madly, Ive written you up for everything I can think of and he jammed the tickets under the wiper with the rest.

The pensioner started to walk away.

Where are you going? shouted the officer.

To finish my shopping thats not my car!