Was at a barbeque at my cousins. one of his mates starts telling a story. He'd popped into town to do some errands, parked up and got out the car, got maybe 6 or 7 steps away when suddenly a voice calls out "this your car?" he turns around and it's a smug looking traffic warden. Yeah that's my car, he calmly replied. You've parked in a disabled spot, the beady eyed warden says, globuels of spit forming at the sides if his mouth, you don't look disabled. With this the mate slowly rolls his trouser leg up, detaches his prosthetic leg and waves it above his head whilst shouting AM I DISABLED ENOUGH FOR YOU NOW. I don't care how true it was, the reenactment was bloody hillarious