I guess it was Friday at the end of officers Hunt and McGroin’s shift and they needed to give out just one more ticket to meet their quota. Deciding to take the easy way out they parked outside of the Wishing Well Saloon a bar here in the city. After last call, the officers noticed a man leaving the bar apparently so hammered that he could barely walk. The man staggered around the parking lot for a few minutes, with Hunt and McGroin surveilling. After what seemed an eternity, in which he tried his keys on five different cars, 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 wasn’t raining, flashed the blinkers on and off a couple of times, honked the horn and then switched on the lights. He moved the Buick 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 a block down the road. The cops, having waited all this time, now started up their radio car, put on the flashing lights, and promptly pulled the man over and administered a breathalyzer test. To their 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,” declared the man with pride. “Tonight I’m the designated decoy.”