Saturday test

Hi everyone.

I have just had a very amusing experience happen and only felt it right I should share with you lot.

So, Sean came back last night (he's been in Sydney for 3 days) and we have a vodka & coke to start the weekend off with.
This morning I have to follow him in our car to drop the hire car off.
So we're pootling along and suddenly the cars all start to slow down.
The police are ahead and they are waving EVERY single car to the side.
I start to panic, I had 2 last night but any one that knows Sean, knows he pours his shots like they are going out of fashion.
I'm watching Sean and thinking crap we're both for the high jump.
He pulls up and then within seconds he's driving off.
I'm now shaking and have gone all hot with fear.
So... I drive up to the policeman that's waving me to pull up (very slowly I might add, oh and quite typically my hair is frantic as I didn't bother doing it this morning and I have my Willy Wonka sunglasses on, picture attached, so to say I was looking suspicious was an understatement) Sigh.

So I greet the policeman (PM) with a very big smile (thanking my lucky stars I brushed my teeth before leaving) and he asked "Can you count to 10"
My reply "yes"
Slight pause, I'm now really shaking and squirming and I can see Sean is waiting at the side for me and watching.
PM says again whilst holding his breathalyser near me "I need you to count to 10"
I'm expecting to blow into the breathalyser and I'm looking at it and thinking where the hell do I blow and why hasn't he covered it so I'm not getting anyone else's germs.
My reply "I'm confused, I don't know what you mean"
So he says again (all very nicely I have to say)
"Can you count to 10"
Me - "But why, you're confusing me, aren't I supposed to blow into that thing"
PM "No you just count to 10 and it measures any alcohol in your breath"
Me "Oh I see, sorry I'm a bit dumb" flash him an award winning smile and he repeats "Can you count to 10"
Me "Yes"
PM "Now?"
Me "Oh, you want me to count now"
He's now laughing (I think, probably at the Willy Wonka glasses more than anything)
So I count and then say "How'd I do?"
He said "All good"
I apologise again and think omg what am I like and drive of still shaking.

First thing Sean asks me when we get to the hire drop off "Were you flirting with him, you seemed to take a really long time"
Me "No I was confused what he was asking me"
Sean "Why what did he ask you, I was only asked to count to 15"
Me "I had to count to 10"
Sean "So why was that confusing Mad"
Then I had to tell him my tale.
He laughed all the way home


Oh and yesterday at step I managed to fall off, very gracefully while fist pumping the air to make it look like I was improvising.
The night before was body attack and to be honest I almost would rather prefer getting attacked, I think I would ache less.
Today I was late getting to the class because the PM kept me talking too long so I went on the machines... well I tried too... even though I was shown yesterday I can't remember what she was saying to do and not to do.
So I'm on the cross trainer and it decides NOT to move, I just cannot move it, it just goes back and forward about 6 inches not the full rotation. So I thump every button at least 3 times and still nothing. So I gingerly get off wipe it down like all the posters tell you to and try and lift weights. Only they're too heavy and I'm rather bored. So I wipe my brow and leave. And reward myself with a strong mint by the reception.

We're off out tonight to the speak easy club again. I'm debating whether I need new shoes to go.......  ahhh just remembered where I live. So that'll be a no then.  Sigh.