How rude!

I got back to my car, exhausted from a rapid walk, earlier this week only to find some officious grognard had slipped a defect notice under the windscreen wiper.

I was offended! Who is he to judge the mechanical viability of my vehicle?!

The highlighted dodgy part was 1. WHEELS/TYRES. No hints as to exactly what was wrong with them. Just that the thing that was wrong was somewhere on one or more of the wheels and or tyres*.

I told theWife about it and she said it was probably that a couple of the tyres were bald. I hadn't even noticed.

I also had no idea that RTA types would Cowboy X carparks in search of early model vehicles like mine only to denigrate them with a brief snippet of do it or else demands with even less information than that found in a fucking Haiku.

So I have until early July to rectify this. Then what? Do I call them up and say 'it's fixed'. How do they know I have complied?

Inquiring minds want to know.

PS I remember in Northern Exposure how a visiting Dentist to the town mentioned that his profession had high suicide rates because people associated them with pain and weren't too warm to them on the social interaction front. What's the bet parking inspector times likewise have a hard time of it at parties when they respond with accuracy to the 'so ... what do you do?!' question.

PPS Suck shit.

*UPDATE: I re-read the defect notice. It did actually say what was wrong with the wheels/tyres. It was down the bottom of the docket. I stand corrected.