We rented a tiny Ford Figo in Sardinia once.
The girl I was dating at the time was a class A bitch and none of my mates liked her. She'd grown up in Rome.
Every day she'd give me stick about remembering my driver's licence and passport and also complain about my driving. Italian roads, as you are probably well aware, are made for cornering. I wouldn't speed but I had fun with the passengers in the car as we travelled between various beaches other spots.
One day, quite late into the holiday, my ex made a bit of a scene and insisted that she drive because my driving was making her car sick. Over her shoulder I could see our pals rolling their eyes but I agreed and gave her the keys. We headed for the beach and I sat in the passenger seat.
A little way from the beach two cops were manning a road block. They stopped us. Speaking in Italian they asked her for her driver's licence...
She'd forgotten to bring it hahaha.
And then, the kicker...the cop points to me in the passenger seat and the only word I could make out was "Senori...". Her face dropped.
One of the passengers in the back was also an Italian native and I turned to him to ask what the cop had said.
"He says she should let you drive, and I agree!"
We all burst into laughter and my girlfriend didn't speak to me for the rest of the day haha