The Police Escort

#32 is the closest tram stop to Wellington. It seems ridiculous to walk in the opposite direction only to wait ages at the traffic lights to cross the intersection. Much easier to hop the barrier and jaywalk.

Over the railing and just as I'm about to make a dash for it, a police car turns the corner. He sees me, standing on the wrong side of the tram barrier, essentially in the middle of the highway, at night no less, and pulls up.
Damn.

Wide eyes and in the sweetest Canadian accent, I throw down the golly-gee-I'm-a-clueless-foreigner card (as jaywalking is clearly acceptable abroad).

"I just got off the tram and ended up over on this side and I'm looking for Wellington, do you know where Wellington is? Oh, there it is! Wow, ok... I'll just, um..." I trail off.
[Note: This is exactly what I said. I know! Terrible. Particularly the bit about ending up on the other side. Yeah right, like magic.]

At this point, there is no possible way he could have bought such an embarassing performance. Man, I wonder how much a jaywalking fine is here...

The officer checks over his left shoulder and puts on his lights. "It's all clear, you can cross."
I stand completely still. It's entrapment, right? That's, like, totally illegal, isn't it?
"Go on, it's clear. Have a good night."

It takes another moment before I realize what's going on and scurry across the road, shouting thank you. Almost add in an "eh?" for good measure, but opt not to. No sense pushing my luck.