So here is the situation. My eldest son has rung and said he is at the bus stop at the other end of our township. Having had a couple of drinks I hop in my youngest sons car and head off to pick him up.

In that brief interval between driving over and driving back a booze bus has set itself up at the entrance to the township. I get pulled over. Have I had too much to drink? I'll soon find out.

I pull up. The window doesn't work in the car so I have to get out. I blow into the machine and the cop says "So you've had a few".

"A couple" I answer "and only five minutes ago so it is probably reading high"

I am thinking that I am off the hook, it is just under the legal limit and he says "So you are a P-plate driver" (this is the first 3 years of your licence and you can't drink at all).

"No" I say " it is my sons car. "

"Can I see your licence please, Sir"

It is about this time I realise that I have changed pants since I got home and I don't have my licence with me.

"Errrr I haven't got it but trust me I am not a P-plater. It's my sons car"

Guess what he did. Sometimes even the Police are human.