Late at night outside a western suburbs hotel two blokes climbed in, too pissed to drive home. They were both managers, one senior to the other and had been having a few ‘staffies’ after work.
For one fella it was the old story of someone who rarely caught taxis insisting I take the rat-run, at two in the morning! At one point he goaded me to jump a red light. “C’mon, I go this way all the time and this light takes forever. Just go!”
“Why would I risk my licence?” I queried. “Mate,” he barked, “there’s never any cops around here...(in the distance I spotted the familiar outline of a patrol car turn towards us)...if you get caught I’ll pay the penalty.” Surrrreee. Just as the police car reached the intersection I challenged him, “Say what..?”
Whilst his mate cracked-up, the smart arse quickly changed the subject to dump on an errant staff member, which soon turned into a humiliating lecture...