Yesterday was a sunny day in Pattaya.
I woke before the rest of my family and noticed that I had run out 
of dog food for Champoo, my little dog. The dog store is close by and I got on my motorbike to fetch him some tins. Upon reaching 3rd road, I was surprised by a police roadblock.
Over 30 cops in brown.
One called me to the side.
“Mi penh arai?” I wanted to know what was the problem, since I was wearing a helmet and had obeyed the traffic laws up to that point.
He pointed to a breathalyzer device and asked politely if I wouldn’t mind taking the test.
I don’t drink in the morning and the night before I had only had two beers. I shut off my bike and walked over to machine which was shaded under a tent. Several officers wai-ed me and I nodded back. I blew into the hose and registered no alcohol in my system.
Curious I asked how many beers you could drink before failing the test.
The officer in charge quickly replied, “Four in one hour.”
This seemed lenient and asked, “Four?”
“Maybe five if drink some slowly. Limit .2.”
This couldn’t be right, since if you had .2 alcohol in your body you wouldn’t need a breathalyzer test but a stomach pump.
The officers thanked me for my participation and I continued on my way, pleased to have done my civic duty. Champoo was happier with her food.