A fine mess indeed!

A READER sent in a funny story about something that happened recently. Her partner, who is a very composed man, came into the house after his father had gone to the local shop to buy the Sunday newspaper and collect the post.

The poor old man turned white and nearly went into cardiac arrest when he saw how many traffic fines his son had collected. He sat in the car for what seemed like half an hour counting all the envelopes in his lap and catching his breath.

The son, who does not normally swear, was not being as composed as he normally is when he surveyed all the envelopes. He envisioned spending the rest of his Sunday morning opening up all the fines and felt quite burdened, so she helped him and together they opened up all the mail. It took an hour and lo and behold, they counted 258 traffic fines!

Well, she pictured him sitting in jail and he pictured his bonus going to the cops. Then as they sat opening them one by one, they found the fines were ALL duplicates of the same traffic offence of R100.

The rest of the morning was spent in hysterics and they then wondered how many fines were still on the other side of the post box that couldn’t be squeezed in. The mind boggles at the person who printed this 258 times and still didn’t connect the dots. What a waste of a tree, time and postal costs.

Thirty-five fines were collected the following day. So a total of 293 fines were collected altogether.