I've just returned from a little company newyears meeting and it kicked ass bigtime! The boss was a bit (not to say waaaaaay) nervous about the location, as he thought that some might find it the castle a bit nerving and thus not feel at home. However, from what I've seen, everyone felt quite OK and loved it all. More about it tomorrow.
While driving home, we passed a roadblock where cops were testing for drunk driving. Just a few minutes before we passed the location we had been talking about it... ain't that coincidence? Anyway, I told Suzana that I never had to undergo tests to see if I was drunk, and she didn't believe me. So I passed the roadblock, turned back at the first crossing and approached the roadblock. There were already a few cars in front of me, and a parking lot was almost filled with drivers that were being checked.
I waited in line, when suddenly a cop turned up next to the car and he asked to see the cars' papers. I opened the glove compartiment, handed them over, stating that everything was there (didn't even bother taking them out of the map) and he looked thru them, and while the car in front of us was directed towards the parkinglot for extra checks, he handed me back the map and told me I could drive on.
See?! What did I tell you.. they'll never ask me to do tests. That reason might be easy : I'm responsable, look responsable, look good, I don't know. Or maybe the fact that I never drink anything when I have to drive the car has something to do with it?