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Old Jun 3, 11, 10:10 pm
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gregmchicago
 
Join Date: May 2005
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Very much like a family friend of ours who had retired to Mexico. Periodically, the local cops would try shake down the obvious gringo for a bribe to get out of a bogus violation. The going rate for the bribe was only $4, so most of the retirees just paid it from time to time.

Our friend, however, took to rolling down her window, looking the cop straight in the eye, and saying -- in an excruciating Texas accent:

"Je ne parle pas le francais."

And repeating it over and over till the cop shrugged his shoulder and left.

(BTW, our friend spoke fluent Parisian French, and more than passable Spanish.)





Originally Posted by dranz View Post
So; I'm travelling with a German colleague, in Nebraska ... Dieter is driving.

We exit a construction zone and the sign says, "Speed Limit Ends"

Dieter resumes cruising at 75+. Moments later ... red lights and sirens.

As Officer Bubba approaches the car, Dieter says, "Do not speak. Not a word."

Bubba asks for his license and the registration. Dieter shifts from perfectly good
english to German with a bit of pigdeon english. He proceeds to extract a
piece of onion skin paper, 8.5x11", and hands it Bubba. Budda doesn't read
German.

In order to increase comprehension, Bubba shifts into "slower & louder" mode.
Dieter keeps nodding agreement with whatever Bubba says, "Yah, yah, yah.
LICENSE!"

Bubba says that the speed limit is 55MPH. Dieter says, "No! Sign says,
SPEED LIMIT ENDS!" They go round & round & round & round on this matter.

Whenever Bubba speaks to me, I look at Dieter, shrug, and say, "Nein?"

Officer Bubba finally let us go, without a ticket.
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