Drunk Driver

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 was parked outside a bar in Houma,
Louisiana. After last call, the officer noticed a man leaving the
bar so intoxicated thqt he could barely walk. The man stumbled around the parking lot for a few minutes, with the officer quietly observing.
After what seemed like 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
coupleof times, honked the horn and then switched on the lights. He
moved the vehicle forward a few inches, reversed little and then
remained still for a few more min;u;tes 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 flasing lights, pormptly 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", the truly proud Cajun said. "Tonight I'm the Designated Decoy."