The Designated Driver?

This story comes from a state where there’s a bar on every corner and drunk driving is considered a sport.

Recently a routine police patrol parked outside a bar in Rhinelander, WI. After last call, the officer noticed a man leaving the bar apparently so intoxicated that he could barely walk.

The man stumbled around the parking lot for a few minutes, discreetly observed by the officer.

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 slumped there for several 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 as the last few vehicles departed.

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 fired up his patrol car, put on the flashing lights, and promptly pulled the man over to administer 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 proud Wisconsin Barfly. ‘Tonight I'm the designated decoy.’