Whoever’s behind the wheel of that van must think they’re the undisputed king of the asphalt, the Picasso of parking in absolute chaos. You didn’t just park, you committed a crime against common sense and decency. Were you aiming for the white lines and missed by an entire postcode? Because that’s the only explanation for the monstrosity you left behind.
It's like you saw a perfectly good space and thought, “Nah, I’m gonna treat this like a personal art installation—'Van in the Wild', blocking driveways, double yellow lines, and probably someone’s will to live. You’re not parked, mate, you’re abandoned, like a fridge in a lay-by. Do mirrors not exist in your universe? Or did you think your van had diplomatic immunity?
YS23HNN should be the new code for “Do not pass GO, do not collect £200, just get towed immediately.” Please, for the sake of humanity, get a tape measure, learn how big your van is, and maybe—just maybe—learn how to park without making the rest of us suffer.
Oh, YS23HNN, where do we even start?
Whoever’s behind the wheel of that van must think they’re the undisputed king of the asphalt, the Picasso of parking in absolute chaos. You didn’t just park, you committed a crime against common sense and decency. Were you aiming for the white lines and missed by an entire postcode? Because that’s the only explanation for the monstrosity you left behind.
It's like you saw a perfectly good space and thought, “Nah, I’m gonna treat this like a personal art installation—'Van in the Wild', blocking driveways, double yellow lines, and probably someone’s will to live. You’re not parked, mate, you’re abandoned, like a fridge in a lay-by. Do mirrors not exist in your universe? Or did you think your van had diplomatic immunity?
YS23HNN should be the new code for “Do not pass GO, do not collect £200, just get towed immediately.” Please, for the sake of humanity, get a tape measure, learn how big your van is, and maybe—just maybe—learn how to park without making the rest of us suffer.