IRISH COPS

Irish police. Unbeatable…

Year 1991, Dublin. My first contact with Garda. I drive through the red light. There was no traffic and I thought it was safe.

I’m flagged down by the grandfatherly figure in the uniform. 

Garda – ‘What’s your hurry, son?’

Me, hurt by unfair allegations – ‘What is it. Officer??’

Garda – ‘Drove through the red, did you..?’

Me – ‘No officer, it was yellow’

Garda – ‘No, it was red’

Me – ‘Yellow’ 

Garda – ‘Red’ 

Me – ‘Yellow’

Garda – ‘so you say………Where is your seat belt?’ 

Me – ‘Oh crap….sorry’

Garda – ‘Ha!!! I win, you lose, get outta here’