He he he… Told Rosie I was going to blog about my days as a disabled parking police person this morning.
“I remember those days!” she replied, having a bit of a chuckle into her doughnut (probably as relieved as fuck that she’s about to leave this madhouse for university). “Especially that time with that man outside….”
In addition to reversing the car, supermarkets were always a no go area with LB. He would turn into some character from a horror film with blood-curdling screams that penetrated every aisle. My strategy, if I couldn’t avoid the trip, was to grab, squash, snap and sweep*. (Grab (LB), squash (him into the trolley seat), snap (the straps shut) and supermarket sweep).
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