- Turns out breathalyzing is a regular thing here in Oz. They set up road blocks and just pull people over at will to check for drunk drivers (or 'drink drivers' as they weirdly call them here). These stops are colloquially called 'booze buses' which is hilarious because that's what we called the buses on which we consumed copious amounts of alcohol during college. But, I digress.
- It was Friday afternoon about 3pm and I was driving back to the office after being out with a corporate group of volunteers. I had not had anything to drink that day (despite a raging desire for a nice wine spritzer to combat the 95 degree heat...) but I still went all gooey inside when I spotted the cops. Needless to say, I was fine and was told to continue on my way. I felt this was a bizarre thing to have happen at 3pm in the afternoon.
- WELL the next night (Saturday), Bob and I were on our way to a friend's birthday party in full 1920s/gangster attire (pictures to follow) and what do we encounter but ANOTHER booze bus! Again, not a worry because Bob is a responsible folk and only had 1 drink with dinner knowing he would be driving. Such a good Bubbles.
- The poor bloke in front of us? Not so lucky. Got taken out of his car and a cop drove the car away to add it to the bay of other seized cars. Eeeesh buddy. Not your day. Sadly, I did not get a picture of the guy (even I'm not that awkward) BUT I did get a shot of the whole procedure:
At this point, the guy in the station wagon ahead of us was probably dying a little on the inside.
- It was all very exciting for me and I felt very special. Bob thought I was ridiculous because random stops are so common here and promptly told me that I am special but not for the reasons I think. Cheeky one, Voss.
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