Jennie
05-17-2007, 05:09 PM
From the county where drunk driving is considered a
sport, comes this true story.
Recently a routine police patrol parked hidden and
in sight of a bar in Dime Box, Texas. 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 while 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, exactly 5 MPH
below the speed limit.
The police officer, having waited patiently all this time, now
started up his patrol car, put on the flashing lights,
promptly pulled the man over and
administered a breathalyzer test.
To his amazement, the breathalyzer 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 breathalyzer equipment must
be broken."
"I doubt it," said the truly proud Redneck.
"Tonight I'm the designated decoy."
sport, comes this true story.
Recently a routine police patrol parked hidden and
in sight of a bar in Dime Box, Texas. 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 while 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, exactly 5 MPH
below the speed limit.
The police officer, having waited patiently all this time, now
started up his patrol car, put on the flashing lights,
promptly pulled the man over and
administered a breathalyzer test.
To his amazement, the breathalyzer 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 breathalyzer equipment must
be broken."
"I doubt it," said the truly proud Redneck.
"Tonight I'm the designated decoy."