Recently a routine police patrol parked outside a local neighbourhood
tavern. Late in the evening the officer noticed a man leaving the bar so
intoxicated that he could barely walk.
The man stumbled around the car park for a few minutes, with the
officer quietly observing. After what seemed an eternity and trying his
keys on five vehicles, the man managed to find his car, which he fell
into.
He was 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 night), flicked the indicators on, then off,
tooted the horn and then switched on the lights.
He moved the vehicle forward a few cm, reversed a little and then
remained stationary for a few more minutes as some more vehicles left.
At last he pulled out of the car park and started to drive slowly down
the road.
The police officer, having patiently waited all this time, now started
up the patrol car, put on the flashing lights, promptly pulled the man
over and carried out a breathalyser test.
To his amazement the breathalyser indicated no evidence of the man
having consumed 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 the man, "tonight I'm the designated decoy".
