Those Damn Texans
 

From the county where drunk driving is considered a sport, comes this true story.

Recently a routine police patrol parked outside a bar in Austin, Texas. 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 Texan. "Tonight I'm the designated decoy."