posted on Nov, 8 2003 @ 03:08 PM
I won my last two altercations with meter maids (one of the ruthless vixen and one of the plod subspecies), but you have to catch them in the act of
feeding. And bamboozle them with discussion of obscure and unknown regulations relating to what exactly constitutes an eligible vehicle to stop in a
loading zone, and what position you rear passenger seats are in.
They are not as a rule a highly intelligent group. They are selected for just that reason, as someone has to do the job.