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To the rescue…

March 18th, 2007 by Jerry

As I said in the last posting I generally get stopped by the police at least once per week.
Here’s how it goes:

Policeman: <Russian>
Policeman salutes.
Rog: Sorry, I don’t speak Russian
Policeman: <Russian>
Rog: Sorry, I don’t speak Russian
Policeman: <Russian>
Rog: Sorry, I don’t speak Russian
Policeman: <Russian>
Rog: Sorry, I don’t speak Russian
Policeman: Give me a bribe.

Sometimes, I have other people in the car. Sometimes it’s a wilf sometimes it’s dogs. Wilfs aren’t much help - they behave like I do - get angry and refuse to pay fines or speak Russian. Dogs are better. They get angry and bark very enthusiastically. Sometimes they try to bite the police.
Here’s how it went the other day:

Policeman: <russian>
Policeman salutes.
Rog winds window down
Mishka jumps over the back seat and stuffs head out of window towards policeman.
Mishka: BARK!
Policeman jumps two feet in air, adopts girlish voice.
Policeman: Please be on your way.

Capitals can’t quite describe the threat Mishka can get into a bark. Words cannot describe the look on the policeman’s face.

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2 Responses to “To the rescue…”

  1. tinks Says:

    Is Jerry suffering an identity crisis?

    Wish you could capture a picture of the policeman’s face. I guess a very large bribe would be needed for that though…

  2. Jerry Says:

    I answer to many names. It’\s all the cheap drugs we did in the 60s.

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