I parked my car
in the old multi-storey car park in Burnley whilst I nipped into the market for something. I had a red Peugeot 405 and I always drove into parking spaces front first, so imagine my shock and horror when I returned to find that some bastard had turned my car around and the front was pointing outwards.
It was only after fucking about trying to unlock it that I thought of checking the number plate. Turns out I'd actually parked MY car in the corresponding space a floor above.
( His Popiness the Hole Invaded Poland on, Sat 23 Jul 2011, 15:10, 3 replies)

Having read this and your other post, can definitely tell your a local!
( Phil McCavity, Mon 25 Jul 2011, 12:41, closed)

Are you a native of that fine Northern town?

( His Popiness the Hole Invaded Poland on, Tue 26 Jul 2011, 20:24, closed)

My mum once returned to the car after work to find it facing the "wrong" way.
Turns out my dad had passed at some point during the day and turned it around, thinking it'd freak her out a bit.

It did.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Wed 27 Jul 2011, 10:39, closed)