Kazu da je istinita prica negde iz Texasa...

Sedeci ispred kafane u svojim kolima, serif je zapazio mladica koji se vidno pijan treturao po prepunom parkingu trazeci svoj auto... Odlucan da "zrtva" napravi prvi prekrsaj u pijanom stanju, policajac ga je cekao da sa kolima izadje na put i pocne da vozi... Medjutim, mladic se dugo treturao po parkingu... padajuci, spoticuci se, udarajuci po drugim kolima, ali sa kljucevima u ruci koja su mu odavala nameru da jasno trazi svoj auto... Najzad ga je nasao... Policajcu je ostalo samo da ceka... Medjutim, mladic se sada borio sa bravom, pet, deset, citavih petnaest minuta... vec su pojedini gosti poceli da izlaze iz kafane isparkirajuci svoja auta... Ali policajac je bio resen da saceka svog "okrivljenog"... Mladi gospodin je napokon usao u auto... borio se sa svetlima i sirenom neko vreme, ali je posle polucasovnog kombinovanja oba upalio auto... Posao je malo napred, pa malo nazad, pa opet napred... A onda je izasao iz auta da proveri kako moze da uopste istera isti sa parkinga... Ne nasavsi resenje, resio je da ostane u autu dok mu se ne oslobodi prolaz... Tu je malo i odspavao... Uporni policajac je budno motrio na ta kola ne zeleci da mu siguran slucaj pobegne ispred nosa... Kafa se polako praznila, ljudi su polako izlazili, sedali u auta i napustali parking iduci svojim kucama... i tako sve do kasno iza ponoci dok se parking nije nacisto ispraznio... Tada je i mladic upalio svoj auto i polako krenuo na put...

Ne presavsi ni par metara, policajac, koji ga je sve do tada cekao u zasedi, upali rotaciona svetla i pokaza mladicu da zaustavi auto... Mladic je dao migavac i stao u stranu, strpljivo cekajuci da mu policajac pridje do prozora...
"Dobro vece" rece policajac "Vase isprave molim"
Mladic bez reci pruzi policajcu sva potrebna dokumenta
"Izadjite iz auta" naredi policajac "Imam osecaj da ste pili i shodno tome morate duvati u balon"
"Nema problema" mladic i poce da duva u balon koji mu je policajac pruzio na sta je isti pokazivao da nije imao nimalo alkohola u krvi
"Ovo je nemoguce" iznenadio se policajac "Zao mi je gospodine, ali moracete da podjete sa mnom u stanicu, izgleda da balon ne radi kako treba"
"Nema potrebe za tim" Ponosno odgovori mladic "Balon vam radi odlicno, samo sto sam ja veceras bio mamac"

Naravno, pored prilagodjene (prepricane i oduzene) verzije na srpskom, tu je i verzija originala na engleskom koja se lakse "guta"...  pa sad, ko sta voli... 

Only a person in Texas could think of this.

From the county where drunk driving is considered a sport, comes this story.

Recently a routine police patrol parked outside a bar in
Austin, Texas 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
patrons’ 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, 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.’

Šta ti je kafansko drugarstvo.