wright27
02-12-2007, 07:24 AM
Only a person in North Carolina could think of this. From the
county where drunk driving is considered a sport, comes this true story.
Recently a routine police patrol parked outside a bar in
Kinston, North Carolina. 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, 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."
county where drunk driving is considered a sport, comes this true story.
Recently a routine police patrol parked outside a bar in
Kinston, North Carolina. 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, 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."