Sunday, December 16, 2007
I'm never pulled over, although I've always wanted to be, because girls on Vespas don't cause much suspicion.
Hairy men in Land Rovers, which is to say, blokes in work trucks, are very frequently targetted and I was riding behind my hairy man in his Land Rover and was pulled in after him.
Long story short, I was too excited about being breathalised and was taken for a drug test, Pants thought I had been waved through and was on my way to his parents house without him and when he got there and I was missing, paniced and went looking for me.
In the meantime, I arrived at his parents slightly concerned that his car wasn't out the front.
The good news is, we found each other in the end and I had no drugs and only a teeny bit of alcohol in my system.
Cops are tops.