I had a big move recently, and I found my old booklet driving licence!
I remember going to Southern Ireland to commission a glass fibre factory, in the days of tax disks.
I flew into Dublin, picked up a hire car at the airport, and set off for Clonmel.
Out in the countryside going around a bend a Garda (Irish cop) was in the road, a bit concerting his gun was in plain view, in it's holster but...
Garda, "Top o the morning sir"
Me, thinking it's afternoon but not a time to be difficult, "Good afternoon" (should it be constable, sargent or sir?) settle for "sir" (should I say nice gun I can't stop myself looking at it!)
Garda, "It'll be yourself over from England then."
Me, thinking, Oh god is he IRA in drag? "Yes just flown into Dublin"
Garda, "It'll be the tax disc that's not showing sir"
Me, look at screen, he' right, OK look in car, glove box, paperwork, nothing.
Garda, "That's a hire car sir, I know em all, it's illegal here to have the disk not showing, get on your way, it'll be fixed by myself"
Me, "What if I get stopped again?"
Garda, " You'll not be after having any more trouble sir after myself has fixed it"
He was right, the Garda in Clonmel looked but with no comment, I had that car for two weeks.
When I returned, a different hire car, no tax, I complain, I am told not to worry, it's all fixed with the Garda???