Well there was this one time when...
In the month of sept '03 I was learning to drive, I was doing this round the erm, grand Town of Grimsby. I pull up, one lesson, to a set of traffic lights and being that lights were red and I was at the front of the queue I slipped on the hand-brake and waited for them to go orange (I'm not waiting for green! :p). A few seconds later a police car comes screaming down the road to the left with sirens and lights on full. The lights go to amber but with the copper-carrier being so close now and indication to go down the road I'm on I let them proceed. At this point the car is fast approaching me, I get a good look at the police lady driving. She sees me and proceeds to rapidly slow down and stops in front of the junction, leaving me a clear path to proceed (the lights are now green). My mind now starts trying to work out why a police car, with sirens and with the right of way is stopping for me. I glance across to Trevor, my driving tutor who is equally as confused as me. I gave the police lady driving a look as if to say 'why in all the land of choclate buggery have you stopped for me?' she then signalled with her hands as if to say 'you dozy twat, get a move on!' In the end I pull forward and cross the path of the cop car, still with that expression on my face. I felt special! 8-)
( harribo, Fri 9 Jan 2004, 0:59, Reply)