In which Young Geoffrey is threatened with implicit consequences by the police and finds himself at the wheel with an octet of loud and inebriated police-women filling his vehicle.

( The women were loudly good-natured and reeking of beer as they clambered into my van, eight of them finding space in a vehicle meant for no more than seven passengers. With a conflicted good cheer of my own, I set the beast in gear and stepped gently on the accelerator, cautiously making my way out of the tight loading area and onto the mean Ottawa streets ... )