I was reading in the forum an ex-policeman telling a little anecdote story and it reminded me of an encounter with a police man that embelished itself in my memory,not a British policeman I would hastily add.
I was travelling by car from Glasgow to Bilbao in Spain on a little business trip. The two people that I was travelling with had driven on the continent before and I had never. So they were clever enough to arrange it so that when it came to Paris it was my time top drive. We stopped on a main street in Paris to meet some people in a a hotel and as there was nowhere to park (there never is in Paris) we double parked on a double yellow line and I was left to watch the car while the other two went into the hotel. I knew that if I was forced to move the car I would never find my way back so I sat in the passenger seat.
Eventually along came a policeman, a Gendarme, who asked me to move the car. I told him I could not move the car as it was not mine. He said again "Move the car". I said I could not move the car because I had no drivers license. He said again "Move the car". I tried to explain again that I could not move the car. I kid you not - he put his hand on his gun and said "Move the f**king car". I promptly got into the drivers seat, started the engine and drove off in the opposite direction from which he was going. I drove about a hundred meters up the road and parked on another double yellow line, got out, locked the car and headed for the hotel. He could shoot the f**king car if he wanted to it wasn't mine.
For that reason and a few others to this day I will not buy French goods of any kind. From cheese to wine to cars or anything. Sel a vie!!!!!!!!!!
I was travelling by car from Glasgow to Bilbao in Spain on a little business trip. The two people that I was travelling with had driven on the continent before and I had never. So they were clever enough to arrange it so that when it came to Paris it was my time top drive. We stopped on a main street in Paris to meet some people in a a hotel and as there was nowhere to park (there never is in Paris) we double parked on a double yellow line and I was left to watch the car while the other two went into the hotel. I knew that if I was forced to move the car I would never find my way back so I sat in the passenger seat.
Eventually along came a policeman, a Gendarme, who asked me to move the car. I told him I could not move the car as it was not mine. He said again "Move the car". I said I could not move the car because I had no drivers license. He said again "Move the car". I tried to explain again that I could not move the car. I kid you not - he put his hand on his gun and said "Move the f**king car". I promptly got into the drivers seat, started the engine and drove off in the opposite direction from which he was going. I drove about a hundred meters up the road and parked on another double yellow line, got out, locked the car and headed for the hotel. He could shoot the f**king car if he wanted to it wasn't mine.
For that reason and a few others to this day I will not buy French goods of any kind. From cheese to wine to cars or anything. Sel a vie!!!!!!!!!!