Only a person in south eastern South Dakota could think of
this.
From the county where drunk driving is considered a sport, comes this true
story.
Recently a routine police patrol parked outside a bar in
Yankton,
South Dakota. After last call the officer noticed a man leaving the bar
so
apparently 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 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 Yooper. "Tonight I'm the
designated decoy."
this.
From the county where drunk driving is considered a sport, comes this true
story.
Recently a routine police patrol parked outside a bar in
Yankton,
South Dakota. After last call the officer noticed a man leaving the bar
so
apparently 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 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 Yooper. "Tonight I'm the
designated decoy."
