I was pulled over by a police officer one evening after work. I wasn't sure exactly why, although I was driving a little over the speed limit, I neglected to come to a complete stop at the stop sign on Jodlowa (Yod-Wove-Uh) Street, and I made a left turn in front of another car who honked his horn because I apparently pulled out too close in front of him. I knew that I had made a bad decision about going so soon, and I had told myself that I'd better be more careful next time. Well, I pulled over and opened my window, and the police officer walked up to my car and said, "Dzien dobry" (Jen-doo-bry, "Good day"). So I replied, "Dzien dobry". Next, he said something that I didn't understand, so I told him that I could only speak English. He looked puzzled for a second, and then with a smile, he asked "Spreken zie Duetch?". He looked excited, like he was going to get to practice his high school German lessons, so I felt like I let him down, when I had to say no. Then, he began speaking in Polish again, and I made out the word "registration" which sounded pretty similar to English, so I gave him my Texas driver's license. He looked at it for a minute, but clearly couldn't read it. Then I understood the words "auto" and "registration", so I pulled out a book of documents that Avis had given me. We flipped through it page by page, but he didn't find what he wanted. Then I remembered a registration card on my key chain, and I said "Ah", turned off the car, and handed him the keys. He said "Ah". We had finally communicated! At this point, I thought this was going to be very interesting. I was about to receive a ticket for I don't know what, and I wouldn't even know what I was supposed to do with it until I asked someone to read it for me at work the next day. But now, the officer was picking at the registration card. Avis had placed an English translation that covered half of the original Polish version. The officer got frustrated and handed it back to me. The only way I could see to get at the original was to remove the key chain from the key ring. I started fumbling with the key ring, when the officer finally threw down his hands, said "Dobra, OK", and walked away. So, I guess the moral of the story is that if you're pulled over in a foreign country, be polite, play dumb, try to cooperate, and stall as long as possible.