Police escort
The duckling used to have really bad asthma. One night she went from being 'a bit wheezy' to 'fuck me lets call an ambulance' rather quickly. and 999 was called.

So Mrs Duck went in the ambulance and I quickly sorted out an overnight bag fed the dogs & cats then followed in the car.

When she left in the ambulance I'd never seen her looking so bad so I was really tanking it, so inevitably the police seeing a car belting through the outskirts of Bristol at 3am I got pulled over.

As soon as I got out the car I'm afraid I turned into a big girl and began to cry. The emotion of seeing my little girl in such a state combined with the panic and being pulled. The police just looked bemused and obviously wanted to breathalyze me. But I pulled myself together sufficiently and explained about the duckling at deaths door.

"what engine you got there?" he said looking at my car
"1.8" I replied
"okay he said "you'll keep up...we'll give you an escort to the BRI (Bristol's main hospital)"

So we got back into the cars and they put the lights on and they set off at fuckingstupidmilesanhour into Bristol and found me a cheeky free parking space I didn't know about. Geezers.
(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Thu 16 May 2013, 21:26, 2 replies)

smile
nice
(justin(e), Fri 17 May 2013, 6:53, closed)

makes a nice change

( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Tue 21 May 2013, 14:07, closed)