Some years ago, before the M25 was opened, I was returning from Slough. Part of my journey took me past St Albans.
On the A410 (I think!) there were two lay-bys, one either side of the road. Alongside one, was a set of toilets, and parked outside was a 24 hour burger van.
I and several colleagues, would park up at this van, and if I had some mushrooms, and the burger oil would soon need changing, we'd persuade the vendor to do us some mushroom burgers (with cheese!).
One night, there were about 8 lorry drivers and 2 coppers, all stood around wolfing down coffee and burgers, when, across the other side of the road, an apparition hove into view.
Now, this sight had stilettos, black tights, short black skirt, tight lilac top, reasonably nice figure, long blonde hair and a beard.
The older, wiser copper said to the younger one, "Just nip over there and ask IT what the feck IT's playing at, son!"
So the older copper sighed, put down his food, and ambled over to where IT was still ankling up and down.
Suddenly appearing from behind a truck (Mine, the git!) we all heard in the complete absence of traffic, "Good evening, and who are we today then?"
8 burly lorry drivers, one young copper, and a burger fryer were staggering about trying not to throw up (I managed to retain the mouthful I'd just taken) with tears streaming down their cheeks and coffee running out of their noses!
The old copper let IT go back to IT's cab (another bloody lorry driver!) and change into something more appropriate.