Late one Friday night the policeman spotted a
man driving very
erratically through the streets of Dublin. They
pulled the man over and asked
him if he had been drinking that
evening.

“Aye, so I have. ‘Tis Friday, you know, so me and the lads
stopped by
the pub where I had six or seven pints. And then there was
something
called “Happy Hour” and they served these mar-gar-itos
which are quite
good. I had four or five o’ those. Then I had to
drive me friend Mike
home and O’ course I had to go in for a couple
of Guinness – couldn’t
be rude, ye know. Then I stopped on the way
home to get another bottle
for later ..” And the man fumbled around
in his coat until he located
his bottle of whiskey, which he held
up for inspection.

The officer sighed, and said, “Sir, I’m
afraid I’ll need you to step
out of the car and take a breathalyzer
test.”

Indignantly, the man said, “Why? Don’t ye believe me?
!”