Recently a routine RCMP patrol parked outside a bar just off the main highway at Goobies Reach, Newfoundland.

After last call, the officer noticed one of the men leaving the bar was so intoxicated 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, and trying his keys on five different vehicles, the man managed to find his own car, into which he fell. After sitting in the driver's seat for a few minutes, he rolled down his window and cast a hook and line out the window. He seemed to think he was trying to catch a fish.

A large number of other patrons just ignored the crazy drunk as they left the bar and drove off.

Finally the drunk started his car, switched the wipers on and off- even though it was a fine, dry night - flicked the turn signals on, then off, a couple of times, honked his horn and then switched on the lights. Several times.

He then reeled in his hook and line and moved his vehicle forward a few inches, reversed a little, and then remained motionless for a few more minutes as the rest of the other patron vehicles left.

At last, the parking lot was completely empty except for the drunk, who finally lurched out out of the parking lot and started to weave slowly down the road.

The officer, having patiently waited all this time, now triumphantly started up his patrol car, put on the flashing lights, pulled the man over and promptly administered a breathalyzer test. To his amazement the breathalyzer indicated that the man had consumed no alcohol at all!

Dumbfounded, the officer said, "I'll have to ask you to accompany me to headquarters. This breathalyzer equipment must be faulty."

"I doubts it, me son," grinned the proud Newfoundlander. "Tonight, Oi'm the designated decoy."