1:58 a.m., 21.01.04
How to fool a booze bus

I just got told the best story. This tradie guy was driving along the Western ring road when he spotted a booze bus doing random breth tests way up in front of him. There was no way to get off the road, and he was as pissed as a fart.

A lesser man might have crumbled, and either driven willingly into their clutches, or ditched the car and tried to make a run for it like a mate of mine did, completely forgetting that his rego was tied to his license number as he hid from the cops up in a tree.

But no.

This man, a giant among mortals, came up with the perfect plan, just a hundred metres from his would-be captors.

He stopped the ute, set up some witches' hats that he had in the back, got out a shovel, and started digging as if he knew what he was doing.

And he dug that damn hole until the booze bus packed up and went home. He was digging for hours. And then he filled the hole back in, drove home, and chucked a sickie for the next day's work.

That. Is fucking great work.

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