Hampshire Feckin Police
For pure jobsworthery, Ladies and Gentlemen, i give you Hampshire Police.

Last year, having parked (legally) to go and drop a couple of movies off, i got in my car and noticed there was crap all over my windscreen from a tree i had parked under. As i pulled away, i gave it a blast from my washer bottles. The windscreen instantly went opaque.
I pulled over immediately and got out to clean the offending sticky shit off my windscreen. Immediately, two of Hampshire's finest pull up and start in on me.

"Your car sir?" etc. Turns out i have one wheel on the lines approaching a zebra crossing and are not impressed, despite me repeatedly trying to explain, calmly, my predicament.

One of the coppers then got in to my car, told me he would be applying the full penalty and if it were up to him that people like me wouldn't be allowed the "privelige" of driving.

Three points and a sixty pound fine. Bastards.

Excuse length and lack of witty banter, but it still smarts like a split arse. Bastards.
(Flinglish, Tue 17 May 2005, 14:32, Reply)