An old pensioner walked up to a parking officer putting a ticket on the windscreen.
“You blokes are all the same: you never give a pensioner a break! Pack of bastards!”
“Oh yeah?”, says the officer, “cop this” and wrote out another ticket with the first.
“Typical!” says the pensioner, “your mother probably worked in the fish market and you were born under the filleting bench!”
“That’s it!” says the officer writing madly, “I’ve written you up for everything I can think of” and he jammed the tickets under the wiper with the rest.
The pensioner started to walk away.
“Where are you going?” shouted the officer.
“To finish my shopping… it’s not my car!”