(a tale in which Bad Nonna learns the value of a crystal clean driving record)
Bad Nonna & her best friend & favourite musician, Pa, were driving home from a gig, with talented Tom & his beautiful bride-to-be Liz, when the urge for gelato struck. After a quick discussion about the best place to find such delicacies, the intrepid friends set off in search of icy treats.
On the journey, Bad Nonna & her companions came across a fiendish trap by the road side and here is where the tale continues...
Nice Young Police Officer... Nonna have you had any alcohol tonight
Bad Nonna... Yes 2 glasses
NYPO... count to 10 please
BN... 1,2,3,4,5...
NYPO... That's fine, can I see your license please
Bad Nonna... Sure ( sound of bad nonna scrabbling through purse to find elusive license) ummm
I don't seem to have it... you see I changed bags (more scrabbling) and my license is still at home...
NYPO... Name address...
Bad Nonna... I know the number... (more frantic scrabbling)
NYPO... just pull over there...
Five minutes of waiting...
NYPO... well I won't put pen to paper because of your crystal clean driving record but always take your license with you when you drive ( further lecture about accidents and how would they know who I was) you can go now Nonna.
BN... ( choking back the rising tide of tears ) thankyou Nice Young Police Office... by the way... do you like pizza?
Moral of this story dear readers... ALWAYS TAKE YOU LICENSE WITH YOU... especially when the whim for gelato strikes you on a cold April night
xxx
Bad Nonna
