AN EMBARRASSING MOMENT.

Fred had been driving now for ten years, seven of which since the first advertisements about drink-driving, showing a man having had a good time with some friends at a party and was stopped on the way home and reported, "Well, the officer said, "Good evening, Sir," followed by, "Keep blowing until I tell you to stop," and ended with a man being seated in the back of a police car and not being able to drive for a year because now his licence was gone. He was curious to know how random breath testing worked.

One night, having only had one drink, he was driving home when he saw a random breath testing unit. He hoped they would pull him over. To his disappointment, the police waved him on, their officers busily breath testing others. "Oh, well," he decided, "maybe if I drive around the block they'll pick me up." He turned left and continued to drive. As he circumnavigated the block, he saw the police were still there. Again, to his disappointment, the police stopped the car in front but waved him on.

He turned left and stopped his car and pretended to read a paper for about ten minutes before he started his engine and proceeded to drive around the block. He approached the intersection and turned, seeing the police still there. The sign came down for him to stop. "Ah, great! They've stopped me. I can see how it works." He wound down the window and a police officer approached him. "Good evening, Sir, do you realise that you were doing 73km/h in a 60km/h zone?"