Libby has just been weeping about a parking ticket she got for being 3 minutes late. Here's a story to cheer her up.
I once got a ticket under similar circumstances, and did not pay it for a few days. I went into the council office with cash, and the twerp behind the bullet-proof glass told me I was too late and now had to pay £60, not £30. He still took the £30 and said I would get a bill for the rest.
Incensed, I didn't pay it, and a few weeks later, I got a postcard left on my doorstep from a bailiff company (based in Nottingham so you cannot attend any hearings without great inconvenience), saying that they had visited me twice before, and their bill had gone up to £900 which, if I didn't settle by 10.30 the following morning, would rise to £1800. You can imagine my blood pressure.
The next morning, the little criminal skunk turned up and I gave him the money and asked for a receipt.
I then wrote the bailiff company a letter, saying that since I had not received the two other notices about visits, my mail must have been stolen and I would have to report this to the police. The police would then ask the bailiff to attend court and swear on oath that he did indeed leave two other messages for me in person. I sent this letter by recorded delivery.
Three days later, I received a cheque for the full amount from the bailiffs from Nottingham.
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