It was cards night tonight. We haven’t played for ages. (And my and I partner lost – Yah Boo Sux.)
Anyway, I’d left the house without my wallet and my licence lives in my wallet – (mmm still not sure where it is… must remedy). The thing is, you have to carry your licence with you when you drive so I’m hardly ever without it. No big deal right? What the chances that on the one day you don’t take your wallet with you that you’re going to get pulled over?
Slim to none… surely.
Hah.
Not likely. I made the comment on the way out the door, hope I don’t get pulled over, I’m not carrying my licence.
Shez says… naaah, no worries, as if…
So, I’m not 50m from the place I’d been parked and a plain car flashes his blue and reds at me.
Oh.
Sh*t.
I pull over
Officer Hot comes up the car and asks if I’ve been drinking.
I say [um] Yes.
He asks how much I’d had.
I say a very little bit of champagne.
I count for the sniffer.
And pass the test.
And blow me down, he doesn’t ask for my licence.
Now THAT’s divine intervention.
redsaid says
Of COURSE you were pulled over! I’m really glad that it worked out well.
Sheesh, you good-looking girls will get away with murder though. Us plain ones? I totally would have been hauled down to jail…
Ronnica says
That’s crazy that he didn’t ask you for your license! You probably looked nervous too, but not because of the alcohol!
Jay says
Oh gosh, that’s just dumb luck (both ways). Phew.
Fi says
Bugger!