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Byline: Matt Davis
It didn't register until I heard several high-pitched beeps in my left ear. I was being pulled over by one of Italy's finest.
You know the feeling that floods over you at that moment, when you either see the flashing lights in the rearview, read the writing on the side of the patrol vehicle as it passes pinching your lane shut, or get the stink-eye from the officer as he vigorously points at the shoulder indicating where you, you criminal, should stop? For me, it's sort of liberating. I tell myself I will not turn this into a Cops episode. Honesty washes over my body and I have an endorphin rush that turns me into a docile scallywag with a lounge-music soundtrack playing in my head.
Italians need chatter. I do not chatter on any normal day, but when I'm being disciplined, I chatter even less. Agreeing with everything an Italian traffic cop says, no matter your attitude, can land you in jail. So when at first I took the usual approach of the self-effacingly Honest Guy and saw the negative effect it was having, I promptly switched to Talky Guy. Here's how it all went down. My two-year-old kid Silvia was in the back seat and you can tell which lines are hers. The officer from the Polizia Municipale gets the first line.
"So, are you too good to stop?''
"No.''
"Daddy, birds!''
Source: HighBeam Research, Pulled Over in a Strange Land.(Column)