Rita The Meter Maid
Patrolling the streets of London gave Rita a heady taste of the Swinging Sixties – even while she upheld the law…
Rita had barely left the police station steps when she saw two long-haired young men running towards a white Cortina parked on a yellow line just past the bus stop.
“Hurry up, it’s the Yellow Peril!” said one as he ducked behind the wheel.
“I never knew Hitler wore a skirt!” His mate gave her a cheeky wink as he slid onto the passenger seat and the car began to move into the traffic.
Rita smiled tolerantly. She’d heard worse and would probably hear a lot more before the day was out.