Fatt Max
27th May 2009, 12:54
Just back from a quick squizz into town and thought I would share my monumental balls up with you all. Must admit, did think twice about telling you all but hey, you’re bikers, you’ll understand (waits for the Tui Billboard saying exactly that to be put up over the motorway)..
Anyway, jump in the company cage, head into Auckland CBD, park up in a multi storey and go about my business. After meeting up with various people over a 3 hour period I look at the watch and think “mmm, lunchtime”.
Flick into a little noodle house I know and have a feed and proceed to the car park. Well, I’m looking around all over the place for the car, up, down, left and right, fucking thing has disappeared. I go down to the office and there is a guy there looking really bored, I mean a face like a slapped arse and no mistake.
“Mate, I think my car might have been nicked”
“Really sir, what’s the rego”
“fuck it mate I don’t know” (it’s a pool car and I’ve never bothered to look)
“Make? Colour?”
“Yep, it’s a White Toyota Corolla” (Bloody hell, it may as well been a clitoris because every cunt has one of them…)
“What time did you park here sir”
“Fuck mate, I don’t know”
“May I see your parking ticket sir”
“Yeah, yeah, here it is”
“Erm sir, this ticket is for the Civic Car Park, you are standing in the Victoria Street car park”
The bloke fair pisses himself laughing and I’m left standing there like a real front bottom…..
That’s right folks, I went to the wrong fucking car park which is the one I usually park at when I go to this particular noodle house for lunch. However, my first appointment in town was at the top end of Queen St so I stuck it in the Civic. Either I’m working too hard or I’m a plain common or garden fuckwit. I’m sure you’ll agree that the latter applies in this case.
I found the car in the end…..It was in the Civic….
Anyway, jump in the company cage, head into Auckland CBD, park up in a multi storey and go about my business. After meeting up with various people over a 3 hour period I look at the watch and think “mmm, lunchtime”.
Flick into a little noodle house I know and have a feed and proceed to the car park. Well, I’m looking around all over the place for the car, up, down, left and right, fucking thing has disappeared. I go down to the office and there is a guy there looking really bored, I mean a face like a slapped arse and no mistake.
“Mate, I think my car might have been nicked”
“Really sir, what’s the rego”
“fuck it mate I don’t know” (it’s a pool car and I’ve never bothered to look)
“Make? Colour?”
“Yep, it’s a White Toyota Corolla” (Bloody hell, it may as well been a clitoris because every cunt has one of them…)
“What time did you park here sir”
“Fuck mate, I don’t know”
“May I see your parking ticket sir”
“Yeah, yeah, here it is”
“Erm sir, this ticket is for the Civic Car Park, you are standing in the Victoria Street car park”
The bloke fair pisses himself laughing and I’m left standing there like a real front bottom…..
That’s right folks, I went to the wrong fucking car park which is the one I usually park at when I go to this particular noodle house for lunch. However, my first appointment in town was at the top end of Queen St so I stuck it in the Civic. Either I’m working too hard or I’m a plain common or garden fuckwit. I’m sure you’ll agree that the latter applies in this case.
I found the car in the end…..It was in the Civic….