must be something in the water

[john & jean 37]

From the county where drunk driving is considered a sport, comes this

true story. Recently a routine police patrol parked outside a bar in

Paris, Tennessee. After last call the officer noticed a man leaving the

bar so 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, 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 Hillbilly. "Tonight I'm the

designated decoy."

[IR5FORMUMSIE 850]

From the county where drunk driving is considered a sport, comes this

true story. Recently a routine police patrol parked outside a bar in

Paris, Tennessee. After last call the officer noticed a man leaving the

bar so 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, 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 Hillbilly. "Tonight I'm the

designated decoy."

Reminds me of a dark night, lil' ol' Cinco and a mess of Montana State Troopers.

[chrissbe17 3]

LOL Thanks for the laugh!