As in 'Jumped on the grenade'?

I received this from a friend of mine: NORTH CAROLINA STYLE Only in North Carolina could a person think of this: . From a county where drunk driving is considered a sport, comes this true story: Kinston, North Carolina: Recently, a routine police patrol parked outside a bar. After “last call”, the officer noticed a man leaving the bar - apparently so intoxicated - he could barely walk. For a few minutes the officer watched the man stumble around the parking lot. After what seemed an eternity to the police officer, the man tried his keys on five different vehicles. Finally, the man managed to find his car and fall into it. As a number of other patrons left the bar, got in their cars and trucks and drove off, the man slumped, then sat up for a few minutes. 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 times, honked the horn and then switched on the lights. He moved the vehicle forward a few inches, reversed a little, then remained still for a few more minutes. More of the other patrons' vehicles left. At long last, when he was the last one in the parking lot, he pulled-out and drove slowly down the road. Waiting patiently all this time, the police officer started his patrol car, put on the flashing lights, promptly pulled-over the man and administered a breathalyzer test. To the officer’s amazement, the breathalyzer indicated no evidence the man consumed any alcohol at all! Dumbfounded, the officer said, “I have to ask you to accompany me to the police station. This breathalyzer equipment must be broken. The truly proud Redneck said, "I doubt it, officer. Tonight I'm the designated decoy!" Thanks for asking your Q! I enjoyed answering it! VTY, Ron Berue Yes, that is my real last name! Sources: Some personal observations and opinions. "THE University of Hard Knocks" Also known as ("a/k/a") "life's valuable lessons".