A close shave

A friend and I went into Wellington for a meal to celebrate her birthday. After a lovely evening we were an hour late back to the car. As we approached the car there was a man in a woolly hat with his back to us, actually leaning on the car. Turns out he was the ticket warden and was tapping details into his machine of the car parked next to us! There was nothing on the windscreen so we're kind of hoping we got away with it.