Don't let anyone tell you that Cajun's aren't smart!!!
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> Only a person in Louisiana could think of this. From
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> the parish where drunk driving is considered a sport
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> comes this true story.
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> Recently a routine police patrol parked outside a bar
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> in Houma , Louisiana .
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> After last call, the officer noticed a man leaving the
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> bar so intoxicated that he could barely walk. The man
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> stumbled around the parking lot for a few minutes,
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> with the officer quietly observing.
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> After what seemed an eternity in which he tried his
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> keys on five different vehicles, the man managed to
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> find his car and fall into it.
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> He sat there for a few minutes as a number of other
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> patrons left the bar and drove off. Finally, he
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> started the car, switched the wipers on and off-it was
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> a fine summer night-, flicked the blinkers on and off
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> a couple of times, honked the horn, and then switched
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> on the lights.
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> He moved the vehicle forward a few inches, reversed a
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> little and then remained still for a few more minutes
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> as some more of the other patron's vehicles left.
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> At last, when his was the only car in the parking lot,
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> he pulled out and drove slowly down the road.
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> The police officer, having waited patiently all this
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> time, now started up his patrol car, put on the
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> flashing lights, pulled the man over, and administered
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> a breathalyzer test. To his amazement, the
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> breathalyzer indicated no evidence that the man had
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> consumed any alcohol at all! Dumbfounded, the officer
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> said, "I'll have to ask you to accompany me to the
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> police station. This breathalyzer equipment must be
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> broken."
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> "I doubt it," said the truly proud Coonass. "Tonight
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> I'm the designated decoy."