Cajuns
From the state where drinking and driving is considered a sport comes a
true story from Sunset, La. A routine police patrol parked outside a local
neighborhood bar. Late in the evening the officer noticed a man leaving the
bar so intoxicated 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 and trying his keys on five different vehicles, he
managed to find his own 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 dry night
),
flicked the hazard flasher, tooted the horn and then switched on the
lights. He moved the vehicle forward a few inches, reversed a little and
remained stationary for a few more minutes as more patrons left in their
vehicles. At last he pulled out of the parking lot and started driving
slowly down the street.
The police officer, having patiently waited all this time, now started up
his patrol car, put on the flashing lights, promptly pulled the man over
and carried out a Breathalyzer test. To his amazement the Breathalyzer
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, apparently this equipment is broken."
I doubt it," said the man,"Tonight I'm the designated decoy."
Leave it to the Cajuns!