Caution: Omnivore Gatherers At Work
Mar. 24th, 2009 11:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
You know those small mammals that you see in your garden if you stay up late enough at night to watch them forage? The likes of badgers, hedgehogs, wombats, raccoons or possums?
You know that they're there, and that they are just taking care of business, not meaning any harm to any living thing except their food of course.
Well, there is the human equivalent of these little omnivore gatherers, blithely wandering across the garden that is life. And one of them made my day today.
I know that Schadenfreude is a big sin, but all the same ...
Y'see, there's this car. It's a big SUV of a car, with a huge grill on the front. Shiny silver thing. Big bugger. It parks outside one of Wrexham's banks. Not saying which one, but all of our banks have one thing in common. They kind of enjoy no parking zones in front of them. Apart from anything else, a car parked on a double yellow line could easily be some thief's getaway ride.
It makes sense to the banks.
So there is this rich guy's car. It costs probably more money than I have ever seen in my life, and probably more money than I will ever see.
And as I came across this big, flash car, I noticed how it had caught the attention of one of human society's little omnivore gatherers.
A traffic warden.
It was like watching a hedgehog doing its thing; trundling across the lawn, approaching the prey, snuffling about it for a bit, then ... straight in with the kill. Clinical. Boom. Parking ticket slapped right there on the windscreen.
And, as like as any small animal marking the territory with its scent to prove that it had been there, the warden took photos of the car with the ticket on the windshield from all sides, for crucial legal identification.
And every single male I encountered who'd witnessed the whole thing had three words on their lips: "Serves him right."
So tonight, I have been toying with the idea of going into town and leaving a big ball of fat dangling from a string for them ... naah. Just keep feeding them cars. :)
You know that they're there, and that they are just taking care of business, not meaning any harm to any living thing except their food of course.
Well, there is the human equivalent of these little omnivore gatherers, blithely wandering across the garden that is life. And one of them made my day today.
I know that Schadenfreude is a big sin, but all the same ...
Y'see, there's this car. It's a big SUV of a car, with a huge grill on the front. Shiny silver thing. Big bugger. It parks outside one of Wrexham's banks. Not saying which one, but all of our banks have one thing in common. They kind of enjoy no parking zones in front of them. Apart from anything else, a car parked on a double yellow line could easily be some thief's getaway ride.
It makes sense to the banks.
So there is this rich guy's car. It costs probably more money than I have ever seen in my life, and probably more money than I will ever see.
And as I came across this big, flash car, I noticed how it had caught the attention of one of human society's little omnivore gatherers.
A traffic warden.
It was like watching a hedgehog doing its thing; trundling across the lawn, approaching the prey, snuffling about it for a bit, then ... straight in with the kill. Clinical. Boom. Parking ticket slapped right there on the windscreen.
And, as like as any small animal marking the territory with its scent to prove that it had been there, the warden took photos of the car with the ticket on the windshield from all sides, for crucial legal identification.
And every single male I encountered who'd witnessed the whole thing had three words on their lips: "Serves him right."
So tonight, I have been toying with the idea of going into town and leaving a big ball of fat dangling from a string for them ... naah. Just keep feeding them cars. :)
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Date: 2009-03-27 05:46 pm (UTC)