The C Word
I know, it’s disgusting. I don’t know a soul who likes the word. Clamper. I met a right effer yesterday. He clamped my car because he claimed he couldn’t see the valid parking ticket he had watched my other half pay for and put on the dash board of our car. The sneaky little so and so waited until we had left the car park and then clamped us. I would like to point out for the sake of clarity that we did not break the law. We weren’t parked in a disabled space, or blocking an entrance or anything and it wasn’t the police or a traffic warden that clamped us. It was a private company who own the private car park that we had parked in and paid for. So anyway, 90 euro later and quite a bit of verbal abuse from both the git who took the clamp off the car and the other git who shouted at me down the phone, we now have to appeal at our own cost. It’s so unfair that a scam like that has been made legal. The strange thing was, it led me to a Holly Hunter in...