French Police
Imagine this…
Little ol’ me scrounged all of Paris for a cheap bottle of wine and a cork screw. By the way, the cork screw was exceptionally difficult to find. Anyway, I found some wine and a bag of grapes and set off for a secluded area of a nearby park. I popped the top and it was grand… for about 30 minutes.
I was approached by two uniformed police officers who were instantly curious as to my exact intentions. The spoke broken English, so I was grateful. By this point I was 4/5 through my bottle of wine so they clearly knew what I was doing there. They asked me if I had any weed on me and I confidently replied no. The weird thing was that I was replying in German. I have no idea why but it seemed to be working. They asked where I was from and I told them that I was from the USA, but I said it in German.
They began to search me and my backpack for weed. He asked me if I had any knives or needles on me. I took a second to reply as I usually carry a small Swiss Army knife in my backpack. Based on my pause he didn’t seem satisfied with my answer. Cautiously, he finished searching my backpack and found neither a knife nor any week. They simply told me that it was forbidden to drink in the parks. I apologized (in German) and they seemed fairly satisfied. Before they left they asked me to be sure to dispose of the bottle in a rubbish bin when I was finished. Best of all, they actually complimented me on my choice of wine.
Another day, another experience.
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