Being told off as an adultWhen was the last time you were properly told off? You know: treated as an errant child rather than the sophisticated adult you are.
The sort of thing that dredges up an involuntary teenage mumble of "Sorry, Miss" whilst you stare at the ground.
Go on, tell us what childish thing you were up to when you got caught.
Oh, and can we have more than one-line answers this time? Cheers!
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chthonic, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 17:18)
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Caught by the fuzz but not on a buzzA few years ago I was Birmingham bound one late Saturday afternoon on a largely deserted M54. I'm no boy racer but as it was quiet I decided to blow the cobwebs off my car by doing a fraction over 100mph.
I glanced in the rear view mirror to see a black motor zooming up behind me at I guessed about 120mph. "Hmm, an intellectually challenged middle aged man flexing his mid range saloon's muscles and overcompensating for being bald or impotent or something", I thought.
The car pulled alongside me and I glanced across to look at the driver who was clearly, so I thought, being a flash harry.
To my horror, the driver was an officer of her majesty's constabulary.
I proceeded to take drastic action to prevent severe and dramatic evacuation of my bowels. My stomach tightened and my heart, along with several other internal organs rose to my mouth.
Awaiting the copper to instruct me to pull over and slap me with a hefty ban, fine and tear me a new arsehole, I looked across once more. Instead, PC Plod slowly and deliberately mouthed, "S-L-O-W D-O-W-N" to me (complete with hyphens), which I promptly did and he shot off at 120mph again.
Ok so it was hardly an episode of CHiPs but it was a very lucky escape for me and a fine example of common sense policing ladies and gentlemen.
I had to wind down the car window to let some fresh air in though. You could smell the fear.
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abefroman skating on the thin life of modern life on, Wed 26 Sep 2007, 12:23,
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