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I had never heard this story before. I thought it was funny so I'm sharing. :smoking:
Only a person in Louisiana could think of this. From the parish where
drunk driving is considered a sport, comes this true story. Recently a
routine police patrol parked outside a bar in Houma, Louisiana. 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 in to 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 Coonass. "Tonight I'm the designated decoy."
Only a person in Louisiana could think of this. From the parish where
drunk driving is considered a sport, comes this true story. Recently a
routine police patrol parked outside a bar in Houma, Louisiana. 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 in to 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 Coonass. "Tonight I'm the designated decoy."
Maybe someday I'll learn how to grow weed .
