Spanish cops my oh my
Here’s something you don’t expect to see in stuffy old Europe. Lackadaisical Thailand perhaps, corrupt India almost certainly, but modern Spain, member of the EU, spender of the Euro? I don’t think so! Whassat you say? Well this morning I popped out to get a cup of tea – badly in need after a night up with the baby. In the cafe there were only two or three tables, one of them occupied by two local policemen, in uniform and obviously on duty. Both were smoking fags and both had a bottle of beer! This was 11:45 AM, people, and the cops are drinking BEER on the beat! But you know what happens next don’t you? Guess…go on, guess. Yep, they finish up, put on their sunglasses and get on their motorcycles to patrol the streets!! So I go back to work exclaming my surprise and you know what the receptionist says? “Oh yeah, they’re there every day”. Jeezus and I avoid the cops cos they’re unpredictable…but under the influence? Hmmm…
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