Abandoned clothing in a station car-park. How did that get there?
It’s fairly clear what has happened here. Whilst wearing this undeniably sexy piece of clothing (is it tights, is it trousers, or is it an elaborate balaclava? Who knows…but it’s hot) this hapless individual has carelessly parked on a double yellow line. Not the worst thing a human can do admittedly, but an action which must be stamped down on by the forces of government (or their minions when the government is doing other things like breaking the country). Fortunately, an ever vigilant traffic warden happened upon the scene and, quickly assessing the level of danger involved, accosted the offending woman using his full arsenal of warden-tools, namely a pen, some paper, and a suspiciously long overcoat. Now as we all know it’s practically impossible to ignore the smouldering charm and dashing good looks of even the most homely of parking pests, and this lady was no different to you or I. As he lectured her breathily about parking regulation 2.5(c) she could take it no longer, and off came the clothes. “Decorum be damned” she cried, “I love you Martin!” (note…all traffic wardens are called Martin). Once this unsavoury scene was over, the two disappeared over the sunset to live happily ever after and raise an entire family of traffic-people who would go on to eradicate illegal parking in Barrow-in-Furness. So with such a happy ending, who are we to judge someone for leaving their mysterious clothing forlorn and forgotten in the middle of an otherwise tedious car-park? Nobody that’s who.
So that, my friends, is how that got there. #litter #fun #britain #howdidthatgetthere