All of a sudden he started going faster. I thought it may have something to do with trying to make a fool of me, being English and didn't think any more about it. So I too increased my speed. And he went still faster. So did I. Then I looked in my rear view mirror to find a policeman behind me indicating for me to pull over. I never had a speeding ticket before and was nervous.
However, as luck would have it. The Fireman turned off the road and pulled into a blazing house fire. I did the same. And the policeman followed.
The Fireman got out of the car (this wasn't Wendy's I hasten to add), I did and the policeman did.
The policeman came up to the car and asked for my license. I tried to explain that we were following the car in front (the fireman). It was at this point that the fireman realised what had happened. He turned to me and said, "I forgot all about you following me. Sorry officer this was my fault. I told them to follow me because they were lost."
And fortunately for us the policeman believed the fireman and let us off.
Two hours later we turned up at my nephews restaurant - fortunately it was for a lunch - and he asked what happened to us. My sister explained we went to a fire.
The irony was that my sister use to tell my nephew off (he was a volunteer fireman) for going to fires and not letting her know.
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