Autre Pays, Autre Moeurs

While I was away the OH had a visit from the local police. This was not because, in my absence, he had unsuccessfully taken to a life of crime, but because they had been told he might be a witness to a motoring incident. He had to be reminded of what the incident was before he remembered that, yes, he had been there,  and seen it, and then he gave his account to the cops, and they left. 

So this is what had happened. There were some traffic cones along a stretch of road on the way into town and the driver in front was giving them such a wide berth that he was driving on the wrong side of the road. The line of cones ended but the car in front continued along on the wrong side of the road despite the imminence of a blind bend. A car came round the blind bend, and seeing the one on the wrong side of the road took evasive action, by swerving over to the left hand side and presumably at the same time seeing large portions of his life flash before his eyes. The wrong side driver (the car  was a white merc apparently although that doesn't necessarily have anything to do with the way he was driving ) continued on his merry way, possibly oblivious, the OH carried on into town and the driver who had swerved obviously took himself off to the cop shop to report the merc driver to the police, having managed to get A's number, but not that of the offending vehicle sadly. 

Now here's the thing. I told this story the next day to my taxi driver who couldn't; quite get his head round one particular aspect of it. 

'Nobody was hurt, right?'

'No, nobody was hurt.'

'And neither of the vehicles was damaged, right?'

'Seems not'. 

'So nobody was hurt and the cars weren't damaged?'

'That's right'

'Then how come the police were even investigating it? Cos they must have better things to do with their time, yeah?' 

'Well actually, probably not ....'

Orkney. A different country.