Recently I summonsed a couple of girlfriends for a day of sunshine and good times on the beautiful Gold Coast. Off we went on our one day adventure armed with high spirits and Disco beats a plenty. Yah, that's how we roll.
In what seemed like the blink of an eye (time flies when you're having fun) we arrived at our first stop - Surfers Paradise.
We feed the meter (nobody likes a nasty parking fine) then make our way to Pita Pan to feed ourselves. Whilst devouring a Chicken Gyros with special secret sauce, my friend is inspired and declares; "Today, I'll buy some sunglasses".
Toot Toot...all aboard the retail therapy train and quest to find the perfect pair.
After trying on possibly every pair in the store (not kidding) bar a handful, we agree. It was at that time I realised our parking would expire in a matter of minutes and we had a bit of a walk back to the car. Oh no! The reality of a parking fine hit me (I told you, nobody likes a nasty parking fine) so we shuffled back quickly, cracking funnies and all the while hoping for the best.
Along the way, we saw a Gold Coast Meter Maid collecting donations and posing for photos with tourists. She was an attractive girl wearing a gold sequined bikini, high heels, cowgirl hat and a cheerful disposition. Perhaps it was a combination of our carefree abandon, the scent of the ocean, the crisp blue skies and the delicious sunshine...I'm not certain. But for a moment; we too felt like tourists so we asked the lovely lady for a photo, dropped a donation in her little can and rushed along the Esplanade to the car.
But alas, on arrival my heart sunk a little as I stared at the small piece of paper waving in the Winter wind like a Matador teasing a bull with his red cloth. I charged towards it and cried; "We've got a ticket!". But wait, like a slow motion scene from an action movie, my friend Seinfeld ('cause she's always wearing sneakers) runs past me, grabs it and shouts; "Nooooooo! It's not a ticket. We've been saved by the Meter Maid!"
Well, how do you like them apples?
The lady we'd stopped and donated some money to had dropped some extra money in the meter, afforded us an extra fifteen minutes of parking and saved my patooty BIG time.
The moral of the story; Angels really do walk amongst us and I'm so pleased we got a picture with this one as a constant reminder.
Loving you, loving me...TLT x
PS. LOVE the new sunnies Seinfeld...