Jayne Parsons was loading her car with some baked goods when the urge hit her.
She had to go to the bathroom.
She thought she would be quick, so she left her car parked on the yellow lines, but when she came back she found a parking ticket waiting for her.
She thought that she would write a poem to the city to explain.
The poem reads:
“Dear Sir, or to whom it may concern,
A parking fine I did earn.
I was parked outside my house on yellow lines,
Intending to move and dodge your fines.
But on Sunday I was loading my car
With food and cakes for a horse show; not far
Before these events, I get a nervous tum,
For the toilet I had to run.
And with not a moment to lose,
I made it indoors to release my poos!
I couldn’t move until all was done,
But when I returned the fine was done.
I thought it better was be discreet
And leave the car parked in the street.
Next time I’ll move and not be a pain,
But if I get caught short, I’ll s*** in the drain.”
She then received a response from the council saying,
“The penalty charge notice was correctly issued as the vehicle was parked in a restricted street during prescribed hours. In this instance the restriction is clearly indicated by the double yellow lines which are in effect at all times.
However, in considering people’s circumstances,
The council is often led song and dances,
It’s difficult to know the truth,
And quite often we would ask for proof,
But the photographs the officer has taken,
Shows that indeed, you had been baking,
These cakes had been loaded in your Land Rover,
On the double yellow lines it was parked over,
So on this occasion we are pleased to say,
The council accept your appeal, you do not have to pay.”
IT WORKED! It pays to be creative!