Thursday, March 5, 2009
"Possible's slow fuse is lit
By the Imagination."
Ireland's worst driver has been apprehended, after an exhaustive investigation. The elusive fellow, originally from Poland, was stopped more than fifty times for speeding offences or similar matters.
Prawo Jazdy's name was entered into the police files, but he never responded to the numerous official notifications and he declined to pay his increasing dues. Most inexplicably, he continued to motor peacefully around the country avoiding capture.
Many a blue moon passed but it was at long last established that the rascal was not, after all, a flesh and blood driver, but the Polish term for 'Driver's Licence.'
It dawned on the frustrated, baffled police that on numerous occasions they had extracted precisely the wrong information from each culprit's licence, thereby setting free the reckless drivers- who did not know their good fortune- and unwittingly breathing fierce life into a bold, daring identity by the name of Prawo Jazdy.
And how that legend dwindled pitifully at the sobering news that Mr. Jazdy was neither a devious rogue nor a villain of the winding roads- was no more than a pair of foreign words!
Let us be slow to tamper with illusion and myth, for fear of reducing rousing, intrepid stories to dull explanations.
Posted by Phyllis Hunt McGowan at 1:46 PM