Chapter 11 microphone (1)

One evening, it was raining and it was the rush hour of traffic. There was a red light ahead, and my car was parked for a long time.I was staring ahead in a daze when I suddenly heard someone knocking on my car window.When I saw it, it turned out to be a traffic policeman.I opened the car window, and the traffic policeman suddenly put a silver microphone to my mouth and said: "Please say 'ha--'." It happened so suddenly, I was a little surprised, looked at the face of the traffic policeman, and said: "what?" The traffic police said: "Not 'ha', please say 'ha——'."

Although I don't understand what's going on, I don't like the weird "ha——" into the microphone without emotion.So, playing to my strengths, I said aloud like a coloratura soprano in an opera: "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha—" Upon hearing this, the traffic police emphasized: "No, instead of 'Hahahahaha——', please say 'Ha———'." I had no choice but to lower my voice slightly than before, and said: "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha—" The traffic policeman's face became horrifying, and he said forcefully: "Just like me, say 'ha——'."

At this time, I thought about it carefully and felt that the behavior of the traffic police was really rude. What's the deal with suddenly sticking a microphone into someone's car and asking them to say "haha" in a weird way? So, I said word by word in a tone that I rarely use at ordinary times: "Why, do I have to say 'ha——' into the microphone?" The traffic policeman panicked and quickly explained: "This is not a microphone, this is a new instrument used to detect drunk driving." The new instrument was silver and made of a thin mesh that, to me, could only be a microphone no matter what it looked like.

"So, how can we know that the other party has drunk?" A smug look appeared on the traffic policeman's face, and he said: "As soon as someone who has had a drink says 'ha——', the air from his mouth is sprayed on it, and the color on the top of the instrument will change." I didn't drink at all.However, I was so embarrassed to use this thing as a microphone that I said: "I didn't drink, but I'll say it anyway. Huh—" The traffic policeman stared at the top of the thing I used as a microphone and said with satisfaction: "Okay, no drink."

Then, the traffic policeman showed a smile on his face and asked: "You're using this as a microphone, doesn't it look like it?" The car finally started to move. I think the traffic policeman will tell his companion about it, right?He would probably say something like this: "Today, a woman used this thing as a microphone and sang into it, but the woman was not drunk. The color didn't change. Does this instrument really work?" Speaking of traffic police, there is another story.Once, a few friends came to my house to play and had to go back before the last train. I drove everyone to the tram station of the National Railway.As soon as I left my house, I saw a driver's license being checked on the road.As soon as the traffic policeman said "driver's license", I handed it over immediately. The traffic policeman stared at my driver's license and asked:

"Have you changed your address?" I say: "Where is the address on the driver's license?"