Bit of background first…
On a very frosty morning I had just pulled out of a side road opposite my house (where I parked) onto a main road to go to work.
I’d only gone a short way along the main road when I saw a policeman standing on the pavement, waving me off to the left to direct me down another side road.
So I obediently did so, and then pulled over to see what he wanted. Sat there for a while and then thought “Well I’m pretty sure I wasn’t doing anything wrong… he must have just been sending me this way because the road ahead is blocked or something” and I pulled out again.
Then thought “No he might have been pulling me over for a reason… better stop…” and pulled over and stopped again.
This happened a couple more times before I dimly heard a loud, angry voice shout “OI!!!!”
I pulled over to the kerb for the last time and waited a bit longer, and eventually a rather large, out of breath policeman arrived at my window.
“WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT??”
He’d waved me over because my tax disc, being held inside the windscreen with elderly sellotape, had fallen in the floor due to the dampness inside my elderly jalopy.
From his POV, I’d pulled over, and just as he got to the car I’d pulled out again very slowly, driven a few yards, then pulled over and parked again, then just as he got to the car I’d pulled out again, driven a short distance, pulled over to the kerb again… basically made him chase me down the road 😳
Worse still, his mate who was still sitting in the police car watching the whole thing was absolutely pissing himself.
I got a telling off for not having a visible tax disc and for not clearing my windscreen and windows properly 😳