Only a person in Hawai'i could think of this.

From the county where drunk driving is considered a sport, comes this
true story. Recently a routine police patrol parked outside of a bar
in Hawai'i. 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 breathalyser test. To his amazement,
the breathalyser 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 breathalyser equipment must be broken.'

'I doubt it,' said the truly proud Hawai'ian, 'Tonight I'm the
designated decoy.'