A few years ago, driving in France, (grown up!) family holiday. My younger brother was driving, my father in the passenger seat.
We were flagged down by a police road block. The policeman went up to the car, and stuck the blow-in bag into my father's window and seemed bemused by my brother's arrival from round the other side of the car.
On telling this story to a friend, he came up with a better one. Traffic jam on a French motorway. You know the sort, two lanes completely solid, going nowhere. He had been out to lunch with two colleagues, both English. Driver had taken a bucketload on board. Other colleague was teetotal and sitting in passenger seat. The police were doing blanket breath-testing, post-lunch, getting every driver to "blow into the bag, please sir." Without looking, Gendarme stuck bag into the window on the side where he expected the driver to be, and the passenger without a moment's hesitation filled the bag with alcohol-free air...
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mouth to mouth with the law new
mouth to mouth with the law new