Wednesday, May 11, 2005

What can I do for you, officer?

I suppose I was driving suspiciously. How the heck does one drive casual anyway? I was on my way back home from Gatton today, passed a police car going the opposite way, and got pulled over 5 minutes later.

All of a sudden the big white Holden is on my arse, I check the speedo - 60km/h, I'm doing fine. The lights flash, a brief siren, and I dutifully pull over. Did anyone ever tell you, it seems like an eternity while you wait for the cop to stroll over and read the rap list of all the undesirable crimes you have committed on your 4 wheeled chariot?

They're right, its an eternity. I stay in the car and wait.

Turns out its a routine driver's licence check, yes officer, that is a Singapore driver's licence, yes I am an international student, yes I own this car I am driving.

He brings the licence back and runs a check on his computer or maybe to put me on file, then sends me on my way with an admonishment to "drive safely". Yup, like I was swerving all over the road like a boozed up bogan.

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