Friday, June 20, 2014
Breathing in a stranger's face
Me: Please don't pull me over, please don't pull me over....crap! he's pulling me over. What'd I do? Lights on? Check. Speed limit? Check. Maybe it's because I'm driving this dang van. Dang it, dang it, dang it!
Just smile, explain that you just got here (technically we did just get here ;) , you don't speak good Polish, you live very close. Crap! Where are all the documents...glove compartment?! Where?! And my wallet?! My license! Should I call Martin? He could explain...
Here he comes.
Roll down window.
Police officer: Speaking in Polish and holding up some sort of device to my face.
Me: Oh, thank goodness! It's just the breathalyzer test!!
Breathe deeply into the little machine. DON'T touch it with your lips. Gross. How nice for him that I was just chewing gum.
Police officer: Dobrze, dziekuje Pani.
Happy Weekend folks!