Heavy traffic backup at a large roundabout in a nondescript town in the south of Hungary. Five entrances and exits to the roundabout and traffic at a crawl. The police were conducting a mandatory breathalyzer test of all drivers as they exited the roundabout.

It was 10:45 A.M.!!!???? HUH? Mandatory breathalyzer check in the middle of the morning on a weekday? One would conclude there is a serious drinking and driving problem here.

There was also complete media coverage of events with a camera crew filming the action at each exit to the roundabout. After 15 minutes in the roundabout itself, we finally reached our exit and our mandatory test. Good thing I passed on the morning schnapps.

We blew and we passed. Immediately I had a TV camera and microphone in my face. The TV reporter girl asked, "Where are you from?"

"Canada," says I.

The TV reporter girl was very good looking and had on a VERY tight t-shirt.

Now she is struggling to ask me a question in English. It came out as, "here, police, do."

Hmmmm?? What to make of that. Bear in mind that I was somewhat distracted by the t-shirt. I have no idea what she is asking as the cameraman keeps the tape rolling. I say I do not understand and to repeat the question. Again it comes out, "here, police, do."

We are still sitting in the middle of the roundabout exit surrounded by police and cameras and reporters with traffic snarled behind us. What is a fella to do when faced with such a situation except to begin to laugh and shrug. The cameraman began to laugh so hard he could not control the camera. He gave up realizing this was not a Pulitzer moment. The TV reporter girl tried again. She was trying so hard I had to feel sorry for her.

We waved to all and moved on. Can't hold up traffic forever. The police were doing a magnificent job of doing that all on their own.

At least I have a fond memory of the t-shirt.