Better to Sleep It Off
I admit that driving under the influence is not funny in itself. Too many lives have been lost because someone was feelin' jus' fine to drive after having swilled five beers, two whiskies, three gin tonics, and a little celebratory bubbly. Granted that there are those who aren't fit to drive after just one beer, such as my husband. But then, he doesn't drink because he doesn't like the taste of alcohol. Still, when the only damages are only to inanimate things, some situations can get very strange, and elicit a couple of guffaws.
About a couple of weeks ago, a film appeared on the news of a drunk driver in a pedestrian square in Seville at around six in the morning. A guy was trying to drive his car up some steps into a square. When he realized he couldn't, he got down, looked around at the situation, and went and sat behind the wheel again, trying to back down the stairs. He hit trees behind him, the wall by the stairs, and stopped again. By this time, the police had arrived, alerted by the neighbors, who were looking on from their windows at the early-morning spectacle.
The man stepped out of his car, mumbled things, and then asked, "Officers, have I reached Badajoz, yet?"
One of the local police officers exclaimed, incredulous, "What I don't know is how you made it to here!"
Police officers, especially in a big city like Seville, get to see many different cross-sections of humanity and human imbecilities, but this jaded officer was surprised. "I've seen it all in my time, I've seen it all. But this is new for me!"
For those who don't know distances in Spain, it's over two hundred kilometers from Seville in Andalucía, to Badajoz in Extremadura, right next to the border with Portugal. What time the man picked up his car, we don't know. Why he had to drive to Badajoz, we don't know. How he got to the pedestrian square, we don't know, and he doesn't know, either. But we do know that his next stop was in the holding cell of the local police station, waiting for the judge in the morning. His car was taken, heavily damaged, and in no way capable of being driven to Badajoz that night, to the local impound yard.
Parts of the video recorded by one of the neighbors made it to internet. If you ignore the publicity at the beginning, and have an idea of Spanish, you can see for yourselves.
Hopefully, by the next morning, in front of the judge and realizing what he could have done, the guy will think three times before picking up the car again after drinking. As well as after seeing the bill from the mechanic and the bill for damages from Seville city hall. The video on internet might also serve to jolt his memory and remember just why he wanted to get to Badajoz so badly that night.
About a couple of weeks ago, a film appeared on the news of a drunk driver in a pedestrian square in Seville at around six in the morning. A guy was trying to drive his car up some steps into a square. When he realized he couldn't, he got down, looked around at the situation, and went and sat behind the wheel again, trying to back down the stairs. He hit trees behind him, the wall by the stairs, and stopped again. By this time, the police had arrived, alerted by the neighbors, who were looking on from their windows at the early-morning spectacle.
The man stepped out of his car, mumbled things, and then asked, "Officers, have I reached Badajoz, yet?"
One of the local police officers exclaimed, incredulous, "What I don't know is how you made it to here!"
Police officers, especially in a big city like Seville, get to see many different cross-sections of humanity and human imbecilities, but this jaded officer was surprised. "I've seen it all in my time, I've seen it all. But this is new for me!"
For those who don't know distances in Spain, it's over two hundred kilometers from Seville in Andalucía, to Badajoz in Extremadura, right next to the border with Portugal. What time the man picked up his car, we don't know. Why he had to drive to Badajoz, we don't know. How he got to the pedestrian square, we don't know, and he doesn't know, either. But we do know that his next stop was in the holding cell of the local police station, waiting for the judge in the morning. His car was taken, heavily damaged, and in no way capable of being driven to Badajoz that night, to the local impound yard. Parts of the video recorded by one of the neighbors made it to internet. If you ignore the publicity at the beginning, and have an idea of Spanish, you can see for yourselves.
Hopefully, by the next morning, in front of the judge and realizing what he could have done, the guy will think three times before picking up the car again after drinking. As well as after seeing the bill from the mechanic and the bill for damages from Seville city hall. The video on internet might also serve to jolt his memory and remember just why he wanted to get to Badajoz so badly that night.
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