Beating the booze bus

As we were biking home late last night on twin Finos (Temporary on one, me and Handjob on the other), there directly in front of us on the beach road loomed the bright lights of a police checkpoint. We'd all had more than a few and the booze bag results wouldn't have been pretty. Fortunately it turned out to be no more than what the Thais call "volunteers" -- wannabe cops who couldn't care less about people like us -- but just for reference, in case it's the real thing next time, here's what you're supposed to do. (Everyone made fun of this guy, but notice one thing: it worked.)