Only in Belgium

Jan made some fabulous "boulettes de Lièges" tonight and I drove to the village to get some fries to serve along.  So when I left the local fries shop with the package of deliciously smelling golden goodies and drove back, I noticed there's a police check-point next to the road.   They signaled me to stop so I pulled to the side of the road.

P:  "Good evening, can you show us your driver's licence, car registration, car insurance, ...."
G: "Yes of course."
[pulling my driver's license out of my wallet and handing it over, then grabbing the booklet holding the other documentation]
P: "Oh...you just got fries."
G: "Euh yes indeed." [while browsing through the folder trying to get the right papers out asap]
P: "Oh well your front light is broken, you must get it fixed as soon as you can, but you can go home now and eat your fries"
G: "My light?????  Really, I hadn't noticed(*)....sure ok. Do you still need my papers?" [waving with my booklet with half pulled out documents]
P: "No that's ok, have a nice dinner"

Ha, never underestimate the power of Belgian fries!


(*) seriously with that moon out, I had not noticed !