An Irishman who had a little too much to drink was driving home from the city one night and, of course, was weaving all over the road.
The policeman pulled him over. “So,” said the cop to the driver, “where have ya been tonight?”
“Why, I’ve been to the pub, of course,” slurred the drunk.
“Well,” said the cop, “it looks like you’ve had quite a few to drink this evening.”
“I did all right,” the drunk said with a smile.
“Did you know,” said the cop, folding his arms across his chest, “that a few intersections back, your wife fell out of your car?”
“Thank heavens,” sighed the drunk. “For a minute there, I thought I’d gone deaf.”
*The Crown & Anchor Pub
(Franklin Street’s Favorite Pub)
