At the moment, neither does David.
We recently found out that David lost his license a few months back when he answered his phone while driving.
He was on a probationary license at the time due to his collection of speeding fines and answering his phone in front of two motorcycle police probably wasn't the best idea.
I don't have a driver's license because I'm a sook and hate driving tests. Every time I go for my license something bad / stupid happens, so I just stay away from the RTA all together.
Well, I planned to, until today happened...
David and I, despite not having licenses, still drive.
Public transport here is not only terrible, but expensive.
So recently, our biggest fear was being pulled over and asked for a driver's license.
Which brings us to today.
So, we're on the way to work and I'm yapping away while doing my make up.
We then drive over a hill and encounter this:
It was a random breath testing roadblock.
There was no way out of this. David had to pull over and have his license checked.
Or so I thought...
It just so happened, that between us and the police roadblock was a driveway leading to a church car park and behind the church was David's road to freedom!
or not.
The car park behind the church no longer had access to freedom road like we both thought.
There was now a newly built, government funded school building where another driveway once was.
David pulled the car up behind the church, grabbed the keys and was out of there as though there were a dead body in the boot.
I didn't know what the hell was going on.
"Quick! Call taxi!" David calls to me, but it was too late.
Flying up almost-freedom road was a police car with it's siren blaring
Running behind us was another policeman.
We were done.
"Stop there!" Calls out car-policeman, pulling up in front of us.
"He was just driving me to work" I say to him in the saddest voice that I've ever heard come out of my mouth.
David sat in the gutter at the door of the car, defeated, answering car-policeman's questions.
Running-policeman stood and watched.
"So you're disqualified from driving?" Car-policeman asks.
"No, just suspended" answers deflated David.
"Suspended??" Car-policeman asks with what sounded like relief.
From our actions, he sounded as though he were expecting convicted drug dealers/murderers/badguys, not just some suspended driver.
I sat next to David and listened to how we narrowly escaped arrest for our actions.
Then the policemen suggested we lock up the car and get to work.
