OldMan Zeke
2008-06-13 01:30:03 UTC
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From the state where drink driving is considered a sport, comes a true
story from the Sunshine Coast, Queensland.
Recently a routine police patrol was 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's
intoxication.
The police 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'.
http://elizabethqe2.org/george/jackson/DesignatedDrinker.wav =A0
Designated Decoy =A0
From the state where drink driving is considered a sport, comes a true
story from the Sunshine Coast, Queensland.
Recently a routine police patrol was 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's
intoxication.
The police 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'.
http://elizabethqe2.org/george/jackson/DesignatedDrinker.wav =A0