Designated Driver

Recently a routine police patrol parked outside a
local neighborhood bar.

Late in the evening the officer noticed a man leaving the bar so
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 and trying his keys on five different
vehicles, the man 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 on and off, tooted the horn and then
switched on the lights. He moved the vehicle forward a few inches,
reversed
a little and then 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 to drive 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 man having
consumed 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 man, "Tonight I'm the designated decoy."