My brush with the law.
Published Monday, October 09, 2006 by JamesBB2 | E-mail this post
So I was covering in Brighton's London Road store today. Worked with a great guy called Aaron. I gave him a lift home after work cos he had no money and we went for a pint and a few games of pool. He took me for a good smoke after then I drove home. Coming into Cowfold I saw flashing lights behind me, of course it was a pig, but I thought he was trying to get past. But he flashed his lights at me - SHIT! So I pulled over into the layby and got out. Nice enough bloke. He firstly asked if I had had a drink and then said I was going a little fast - but he said he couldn't do me for speeding as he didn't have a spedometer. But hed chatted to me and I had to wait 5 minute to administer a breath test. So 5 minutes passed - he said I was a nice enough guy and said I should have no problems - I breathed into a tube into the reader. A nervous few seconds passed and the screen said Zero. Thank fuck. He let me on my way and that was that! Shit!
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