A roadside check
A Hungarian police officer pulls over a British driver on the motorway for speeding.
Policeman: Can I see your driving licence, please?
Man: Yes, of course. I think it’s in my pocket. Uh … Maybe in my wallet. Yes, it’s here.
Policeman: Do you know how fast were you driving?
Man: No, I’m sorry. I’ve rented this car and I’m not used to it.
Policeman: Have you been drinking tonight Mr Murphy?
Man: I had one or two drinks. I’m okay to drive, though. I know my limits.
Policeman: You may know your limits, but you definitely don’t know the limits here in Hungary. How long have you been here in Hungary?
Man: Just for a few days.
Policeman: It seems you are unaware of our zero tolerance for drinking and driving.
Man: I didn’t know that. I’m not drunk.
Policeman: You were also going over the speed limit, Mr Murphy. I’m going to have to ask you to step out of your vehicle and get into my car.
Man: And what about the car?
Policeman: We’ll have the rental car towed to the agency. When you’re in our country you have to respect our rules.