It seems a gentleman had too
much alcohol at a party, was heading home, and was pulled over by a
state trooper. Upon being tested, the fellow couldn’t walk a
straight
line any more than he could drive one, so the trooper wrote out
a ticket
and had just given it to the driver before an accident in
the opposite
lane took his attention to more important
matters.
The inebriated driver, figuring that the trooper wasn’t coming
back to
him, drove home and went to bed. he was awakened in the
morning by a
knock at the door, created by two more state
troopers.
„Are you Mr. Johnson?“ the asked? He admitted that he
was.
„Were you pulled over at Main Street last night for driving under the
influence?“ Again, the man admitted that was he.
„And what did
you do then,“ the troopers asked.“ The man replied
that he drove his
car home and went to bed.
„Where is your car now?“ the t
roopers enquired. The man answered that
it was in the
garage.
„May we see the car?“ asked the troopers. The man answered, „Sure,“
and opened the garage.
Inside the garage was the state
troopers car.
