Got this in an e-mail today. Thanks to Kelly.

A story that I enjoyed!!!!


> From the county where drunk driving used to be considered a sport comes>this story.
>>Recently a routine police patrol parked outside a bar. 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 of a ouple 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 alll!

>>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 sober man. "Tonight I'm the
>designated decoy."