My correspondent from Otara swears this is a true story. Recently a routine police patrol car parked outside a local neighbourhood pub. Late in the evening the officer noticed a man leaving the bar so Intoxicated that he could barely walk. The man stumbled around the car park for a few minutes, with the officer quietly observing.
After what seemed an eternity and trying his keys on five vehicles, the man managed to find his 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 fine dry night). Then flicked the indicators on, then off, tooted the horn and then switched on the lights.
He moved the vehicle forward a few cm, reversed a little and then remained stationary for a few more minutes as some more vehicles left.
At last he pulled out of the car park 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, promptly pulled the man over and carried out a random breathalyser test.
To his amazement the breathalyser indicated no evidence of the man's Intoxication. The Police officer said "I'll have to ask you to accompany me to the police station - this breathalyser equipment must be broken."
"I doubt it bro," said the man, "tonight I'm the designated decoy."
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Not a true story, and its been doing the email rounds for a few weeks at least. The first version I read was set in Oz.
Hehe, my brother experienced the same thing in Otahuhu, when he was stopped by a new recruit cop on an early Saturday morning (a pure random breathalyser test) and tested him for alcohol but the breathalyser didn't indicate any alcohol present. The two officers especially the young one (an older and one younger one with a high school face - according to my brother) why was he struggling to get into his car (parked at the public car park opposite the Otahuhu bus terminal), he replied that he just came back from a kava drinking session with members of his church, nearby. They didn't believe him, thinking that the breathalyser was at fault so they took him to the station and tested him again using a different breathalyser, but it registered no alcohol presence, so at the end, they let him go.
Even if someone was inspired by the chain email to do such a thing, they'd probably find an excuse to drag you down to the station for a bit anyway.
Ha! A mate of mine in Christchurch used to do something analogous. After he'd been drinking with his buddies at the pub for many hours (usually on a Wednesday- they'd kick off at opening and finish around 9 or 10 or so), he'd phone in an accident or an incident report to the local cops. The deal was to make it believable but serious enough that they'd respond and send their mobile units off out there.
"Out there" was the operative. It'd have to be some long way from where he and the mates were getting lushed up. The trick was to make sure the target area was nowhere near home or related to possible routings thereto or therefrom. Special consideration was required to anticipate where the units may be at the time they received the call out and what routing they'd likely be taking. There was no desire to "cross paths".
All took a bit of thought before calling (reckon that'd sometimes be hard to do when properly grogged up). Anyway, last heard they never got into any trouble- always got home AOK. Ha!
LGM
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