Brits: 1, Gendamerie: 0 ?

[Eric The Viking]

(My source claims this is true, but then you would, wouldn't you?)

An English guy, who lives near Le Bugue in the Dordogne, was stopped and asked to give a breathalyzer test.

The gendarme signals to him to wind down the window then asks him if he has been drinking. The chap grins broadly and replies,

"Why yes. This morning I was at a wedding. I don't like church much, so I went to the café opposite and had a few beers.
 
"Then during the wedding banquet I remember three really great bottles of wine: (hic)... a Corbieres, a Minervois and... (hic)... a Faugeres... that one was speshully good..."

He pauses.

"... but I don't dance, so... (hic) in th'evening... me and my friend at the table finished off a really fine Cognac together..."

He pauses again. Getting impatient, the gendarme warns him, "Do you understand? I'm a policeman. I have stopped you for an alcohol test!"

The Englishman, still with a grin on his face, replies,

"Do you understand that I'm (hic) English, like my car, and that my wife is sitting in the other seat, at the wheel?"

 

[Steve Maskery]

A group of us took my car to Sweden some years ago and got stopped late at night. The cop knocked on the window, which I wound down, whereupon a breathalyser was shoved inside. The breathalyser was duly operated by my teetotal mate David who was sitting in the passenger seat.
S

 

[MickCheese]

I know this is a true story.

A car was stopped by police in London and the passenger given a stern warning about being on the phone whilst driving. Then it dawned on the officer that he was actually talking to the passenger and it was a left hand drive car.

So I don't doubt your story.

Mick