Only a Kentuckian could think of this ... from the state where drunk driving
is considered a sport.
Recently a routine police patrol parked outside a bar in Mt. Sterling,
Kentucky. After last call 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 car which he fell into. 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, then 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 patron vehicles left.
At last, the parking lot empty, he pulled out of the parking lot 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, and promptly pulled the man over and carried out a
breathalyzer test. To his amazement the breathalyzer indicated no evidence
of the man having 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 Kentuckian. "Tonight I'm the designated