Red
Well-Known Member
DUI - WISCONSIN STYLE
Only people from Wisconsin could think of this. From the state where
driving while under the influence is considered a sport, comes this true
story.
Recently a routine police patrol was parked outside a bar in Ripon ,
Wisconsin . 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 patron's
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, and 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 Redneck. 'Tonight I'm the designated
decoy.'
Only people from Wisconsin could think of this. From the state where
driving while under the influence is considered a sport, comes this true
story.
Recently a routine police patrol was parked outside a bar in Ripon ,
Wisconsin . 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 patron's
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, and 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 Redneck. 'Tonight I'm the designated
decoy.'
