Originally Posted by
Tins
I always thought it was one of those urban myth type of thing.
Like the bloke that got pulled into the breatho, and was well over. They took him inside for the blood test, as they did, and just then there was a big crash. A car had run into the line of held up cars, and all the plods rushed out to see what had happened. Bloke thoght for a sec, figured they hadn't actually taken his licence and didn't know who he was, so he popped out of the van, jumped in the car and went home. Clever boy, got away with that. In the morning there was a knock on the door. Bloke answrs and there were a few plod. They asked him if he had been pulled over the night before. Bloke said "No mate, was here all night". One of the officers asked where his car was. Bloke said " In the garage, where else?". Officer asked if they could take a look. Bloke said "sure", and opened the garage. There, resplendent in all it's glory, was a very marked police car. Took the wrong car, hadn't he.
That sort of urban wossname.