h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

The zone was for permits only. I had a permit. For ONE hour a week, there is no parking on one side of it, for the street sweeper to go past. I pulled in five minutes before the hour was up. The street sweeper had already been. The peaked-cap wearer is writing out a ticket for another car. After the street sweeper had been. He pulls up next to me as I get out.
"Hey buddy, am I OK to park here yet?"
He looks at his watch. Two minutes to go. He considers this for about thirty seconds. Then, with the grace of someone handing over a lotto windfall of gigantic proportions says
"Two minutes to go. What the hell, it's Christmas".
What a guy.

There is one breed of peaked cap wearers that can be respected. These are usually people ages 3-7 whose peaked-"cap" is some sort of sailor hat constructed entirely of folded up newspaper or comics. These jobsworths tend be some of the nicest people you will encounter in your daily routine.