Seems Greek To Me

In Ireland, there had been a series of mishaps. A figure of Polish descent (Mr Prawo Jazdy) had been causing multiple and repeated traffic violations through Ireland. So far, police authorities were unable to do anything about this. This would catch the attentions of the Nations themselves.

During a small recess after another World Meeting, the personification of the Irish Republic dragged his feet around and looked worn out. Suddenly, he was nudged by America.

"Hey Patrick, you look damn beat up," America asked, "Got problems in your country lately?"

"Yah, there had been some bugger violating the traffic laws in my home," Ireland replied, "He is a Mr Prawo Jazdy. Worst part is that no one seems to be stopping him and it's like over 50 times by now."

"What kind of name is that?" America exclaimed, "It sounds all Greek to me! But in the name of justice, I shall help you!"

"Thanks, my people can't get anywhere near about this Jazdy fella," Ireland said, "where should we start?"

"Let's ask Greece," America said, "a name like that is definitely Greek."

"Actually, my people have described Mr Jazdy as a Pole," Ireland remarked.

"A pole?" wondered America, "how would a pole even drive a car?"

"I mean, Polish… as in the race… people of Poland," Ireland said.

"Oh, that Pole… you could've said that," America said, "Let's go ask Poland. He should be here too."

Soon, the two Nations made it over to Poland. Poland was then only chatting with Lithuania over several issues.

"…So I was like into the idea, but no my boss said," Poland blabbered on, "I mean, does my own government not agree with me, the great Poland? The Parliament building should be repainted to pink and…"

"Poland, you got a minute or two to spare!" America shouted.

"Sure, let me ask Liet," Poland said, "so Liet, I will be back on that topic soon. You're like okay with it?"

"Well Poland…" Lithuania answered.

"Ok, you seem to agree!" Poland declared suddenly, "now America, what is it? Is it about Iraq again?"

"Well… I was going to agree…you never give me a choice anyway…" Lithuania thought.

"No no, Ireland is the one who has the questions," America said, "come on Patrick, ask Poland. He won't bite."

"Poland, I need your assistance to help me in my national crisis," Ireland said, "and only you can help me."

"Why, even America sends you to me…" Poland loudly exclaimed, "No worry for you, to help weak Nations is what I do best!"

"Okay, there has been a bugger violating the traffic in my country and my men can't stop him," Ireland said, "and above all, he's Polish."

"So… you're trying to say that all Polish people are guilty of this one man," Poland inquired.

"No no, I don't mean that!" Ireland cried, "But as the personification of your own people, you can greatly aid us in bringing Mr Prawo Jazdy to justice."

"Wait wait, did you like say…Prawo Jazdy just now?" Poland asked.

"Well, that's the guy's name," Ireland firmly replied.

Suddenly, Poland bursted out into laughter and collapsed on the spot.

"Oh my God… like Liet, have you like heard that?" Poland exclaimed.

"Poland, what is so funny?" Ireland demanded, "you're gonna help me or laugh at me!"

"Uh, Mr Ireland," Lithuania calmly spoke, "Prawo Jazdy is not a name. Rather, it's Polish for…"

"Driver's license!" exclaimed Poland, "boy, can't anyone tell that prawo jazdy meant driver's license!"

"So that was not one man's work…but just over 50 Polish people…" Ireland said.

"Ha ha, this is one great joke!" America laughed loudly, "Maybe your police department should take the Ignoble Prize from me."

In 2009, the Irish police was given the Ig Nobel Prize for Literature due to this incident.

Omake – Other Ig Nobel Prize Winners

America: Yo, this is America here! The Ig Nobel Prize was created by my people since 1991, for stuff that make us laugh first, and then we shall think about them later! Okay, let's go through some selected past awards.

Searching through a large pile of documents…

America: Here we go, 1995 Peace Prize went out to Taiwan's Parliament. It says here that they achieve more peace by infighting by declaring war on other countries.

Taiwan: America, it's no fun being me. I got to like worry for the country all the time.

[Insert S.H.E song]

Taiwan: Yes? What? Another fight in the Legislative Yuan again! I will be there at once!

Taiwan marches out.

America: Next is… uh, 1998 Environmental Protection Prize… it goes to some dude in Korea. It's a… what, self-perfuming business suit?

Korea: That's right! Self-perfuming suits originate from me, the Republic of Korea!

America: Just who are you? But from the same year for the Literature Prize… it goes to the British… for making… tea? Oh my God! Artie can do something right on this topic!

England: You git, making tea is not as easy as it appears to be. So many factors are involved.

Seychelles: Yah, trust me… England is seriously demanding…

America: And for the Year 2000 Peace Prize, the Royal Navy won it. Instead of firing cannons, they just shout 'Bang'.

France: Angleterre, you amuse me to end!

England: Zip it, frog. You do know you fell for it many times when you were in the English Channel.

America: 2001 Peace Prize was for Lithuania, who created a theme park called…Stalin World?

Russia: KolKolKol… Lithuania does like me… but why were you the first one to break out of the Union?

America: 2003's Economics Prize was for the Nation of Liechtenstein, making it possible to rent out the entire country for anything at all.

Switzerland: What?

Liechtenstein: Those were fun times…

America: And in 2003, the Biology Prize goes to a man in the Netherlands for recording homosexual necrophilia of the mallard duck.

Many Nations: Gross! Disgusting!

Netherlands: We were only curious… nothing wrong with 'dat…

America: But there's more…

England: Okay America, we get your point. Do not tell us about that necro…thing.