I will be the first to say that the parking inspectors in North Melbourne are the descendants of Nazis.
This doesn't really bother me much as I use a transportation device called 'a tram'.
But today I am on their side. I saw a guy who had launched his car
halfway up the curb, get given a ticket and the dickhead tried to
dispute it with the excuse:
"Come on maaaan, I parked it when I was drunk."
I can deny the demise of the average IQ level of the human population
all I want, it doesn't change the fact that my head is hurting from an
overload of palm to face contact.