Who Shall Defend the Defenders?

I am in a line of traffic waiting to turn onto a busy two-lane road at traffic lights . The traffic on the main road is backed right up leaving little space for anyone turning right to move into, thus holding up the flow of traffic.

My line of traffic is like goods on a halting conveyor belt. We all shunt forward in jolts. Some make it through the lights. Most don't.

I am lucky. When I reach the lights there is space for me to turn right. I join the traffic of the main road feeling as if I have been allowed to join a prestigious club.

Soon I realise the problem. There might be two-lanes, but one lane is blocked by a monster sized SUV. The thing is black all over, including the windows, and it just sits there, squatting defiantly like some enormous evil-intentioned beetle, holding up traffic and not caring.

I allow myself a roll of the eyes. Only days before I had been moved on from a very good parking spot, where I was doing no harm to man nor vehicle, by a dead-eyed traffic warden. And yet, I cry to the gods, where are the guardians of our roads when some huge road beast causes chaos in rush hour traffic? I hate traffic wardens, I thought. They only want to hurt me.

As I passed the vehicle I stared at it so that it should know that it had earned my displeasure. But to my shock and quick delight, who should I see just behind the SUV? Why, it was my very own dead-eyed traffic warden! There he was, getting off his scooter wearing his fluorescent jacket and his dead-eyed look.

Robot with low IQ no more. Fierce defender of road regulations, he is.