In a sign of our times article, Paul Bibby from the Herald reports that parking officers are now requesting the ‘right to carry capsicum spray and batons to protect themselves from increasingly violent attacks by enraged motorists’.
I can only imagine returning to my car, double parked in George Street on a Friday afternoon, and instead of a kindly Grey Ghost, I am faced with a Rambo or a Terminator.
I suppose you could say I’d never make that mistake again. As my car is crushed to a cube in full view of high flyers, resident homeless and other unfortunates who brave the street on a Friday afternoon, I slink away, ducking and weaving to avoid the expected laser fire.
Scuttling down the Town Hall Station steps, I expect any minute to see a rampant cyborg in full metal council jacket intent on seeing me off before I can escape to the relative serenity of a crowded Western Suburbs train.
Fortunately, even a cyborg cannot negotiate his way down the crowded 
steps of a CityRail station at peak hour.
I make a clean getaway.
