From Ireland where driving while under the influence is considered a
port, comes this story. (Only the Irish could think of this).
Recently a routine police patrol was parked outside a bar in Donegal
own.
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!
