About 10 years ago I was working in Changsha on a big contract for something or other.
I had a young girl translator.
One evening I was driving the works minibus back from site to the office. She was in the passenger seat. She asked me about the pedals (clutch, brake, accelerator). I was surprised because she had been gloating about just passing her driving test.
Oh, she said, sure I got the licence, I went to bed with the examiner last week. ’bout sums it up for me!
