From Ireland where driving while under the influence is considered a
sport, comes this story.
(Only the Irish could think of this).
Recently a routine police patrol was parked outside a bar in Donegal
Town. After last call, the officer noticed a man leaving the bar so
apparently intoxicated that he could barely walk.
The man stumbled around the parking lot for a few minutes, with the
officer quietly observing.
After what seemed an eternity, in which he tried his keys on five
different vehicles, the man managed to find his car and fall into it.
He sat there for a few minutes as a number of other patrons left the
bar and drove off.
Finally he started the car, switched the wipers on and off; it was a
fine, dry summer night, flicked the blinkers on and off a couple of
times, honked the horn and then switched on the lights. He moved the
vehicle forward a few inches, reversed a little, and then remained
still for a few more minutes as some more of the other patrons'
vehicles left.
At last, when his was the only car left in the parking lot, he pulled
out and drove slowly down the road. The police officer, having waited
patiently all this time, now started up his patrol car, put on the
flashing lights, and promptly pulled the man over and administered a
breathalyser test.
To his amazement, the breathalyser indicated no evidence that the man
had consumed any alcohol at all! Dumbfounded, the officer said, 'I'll
have to ask you to accompany me to the police station. This
breathalyser equipment must be broken.'
'I doubt it,' said Paddy , truly proud of him self. 'Tonight I'm the
designated decoy!
sport, comes this story.
(Only the Irish could think of this).
Recently a routine police patrol was parked outside a bar in Donegal
Town. After last call, the officer noticed a man leaving the bar so
apparently intoxicated that he could barely walk.
The man stumbled around the parking lot for a few minutes, with the
officer quietly observing.
After what seemed an eternity, in which he tried his keys on five
different vehicles, the man managed to find his car and fall into it.
He sat there for a few minutes as a number of other patrons left the
bar and drove off.
Finally he started the car, switched the wipers on and off; it was a
fine, dry summer night, flicked the blinkers on and off a couple of
times, honked the horn and then switched on the lights. He moved the
vehicle forward a few inches, reversed a little, and then remained
still for a few more minutes as some more of the other patrons'
vehicles left.
At last, when his was the only car left in the parking lot, he pulled
out and drove slowly down the road. The police officer, having waited
patiently all this time, now started up his patrol car, put on the
flashing lights, and promptly pulled the man over and administered a
breathalyser test.
To his amazement, the breathalyser indicated no evidence that the man
had consumed any alcohol at all! Dumbfounded, the officer said, 'I'll
have to ask you to accompany me to the police station. This
breathalyser equipment must be broken.'
'I doubt it,' said Paddy , truly proud of him self. 'Tonight I'm the
designated decoy!
