The House Of The Rising Sun

Visions of orange jump suits coupled with, rusty shackles, were running through my head when I confronted the policeman writing my parking infraction. I was innocent and parked in a perfectly legal spot and told him so, as I pointed at the sign post which clearly read 'Parking'. He agreed and I was about to ask him what he was doing when he motioned to a fire hydrant, tucked neatly behind someone's fence.

Mouth wide open, I stared in disbelief at the yellow, cylindrical post, stuck in the ground. "But, it's behind a fence on private property and difficult to see," I said, feeling my freedom drain away. He went on to explain that the hydrant takes precedence over the parking sign. Slowly I shook my head, thanked him and sadly retreated to my car.