While reading Dario Sanchez’s post today I was reminded of the following story:
John-Joe Murphy went to a party and as usual has far too much to drink. His friends plead with him to let them take him home. He says NO — he only lives a few miles away.
About half a mile from the party, the Gardai pull him over. They check his license and ask him to get out of the car and walk in a straight line. Just as he starts, the Garda’s pocket radio blares out a notice of a robbery taking place in a house around the corner. The Gardai tell John-Joe to stay put, they’ll be right back and they run around the corner to the robbery. John-Joe waits and waits and finally decides to drive home. When he gets there, he tells his wife he is going to bed, and to tell anyone who might come looking for him that he has the flu and has been in bed all day.
A few hours later the police knock on the door. They ask if Mr. Murphy is there and his wife says yes. They ask to see him and she replies that he is in bed with the flu and has been there all day. The police still have his driver’s license. They ask to see his car and she asks why. They insist on seeing his car, so she takes them to the garage. She opens the door. There sitting in the garage is the squad car, with all its lights still flashing!