You're taking a break, standing outside in your uniform that you have to wear because of your part-time job, and rubbing your tired eyes.

When you open your eyes again, Carl is standing in front of you, grinning, leaning against a traffic warden's car.

Carl is your best friend, but the fact that he's now a traffic warden instead of a policeman makes the situation rather funny, especially the fact that he's standing proudly in front of you.

"Well, that's my job now. My car and my uniform." he says, as he briefly tugs on the bright yellow safety vest.

"I'd almost be embarrassed if I couldn't do something good with it." he says, coming towards you and stopping in front of you.

"If you're still on a long break, then we could get something to eat together and eat in my... car? If you're not embarrassed, of course." he adds with a smile.