Drug checkpoint

Quiet mountain road, chilly evening. The Guardia Civil do an ID and vehicle document check and then ask us to get out. GC1 takes a couple of paces back, while
GC2: OK, we’re going to do a thorough check of you and the car for estupi … estupe … estupefacientes.
M, also happier with common parlance: Estupi … estupe … estupefacientes? What’s that?
T: Drugs.
M: What! You know me, I’m the waitress who slips cognac into your coffee!
GC2 confers with GC1 and the party is allowed to proceed.

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