A few weeks ago, I was hanging out late with some friends at Francisco's bar. After the bar closed, we decided to go to Casino, a discoteca in El Prat (who knew there's one here??!!). Since it's quite a walk from his bar, Francisco, the only sober one in the group, drove. It was already 4 in the morning and the cops were out and about watching for delincuentes. We were all being loud and obnoxious in the car when we came up right behind a police car. Francisco started to go a little faster so he could go in front of it. Manel, whose car we were riding on, started to get nervous and kept saying, "Fran don't do it. Por favor Fran, don't pass him". Francisco did it anyway and as we drove pass the police, he says, "hey hey hey". And the police say, "oh heyyyy!!!". We all look at Francisco with WTF on our faces. Then he says, "they come to the bar all the time for coffee."
After an hour or so at the bar, we were ready to go home, but the others wanted to stay. We couldn't take Manel's car so we called for a taxi. There was none coming so as we stood in the freezing cold trying to decide if we should walk or wait some more, the same police car slowly drove by. They stopped at the front of the discoteca and started talking to Francisco. He walked over to them and I kept talking to some people (it's amazing how my spanish fluency goes way up when I'm drunk!). He suddenly came back to tell me the cops were giving us a ride. I was so relieved. I really didnt feel like stumbling my way home.
We got into the car and it was great. It was kind of thrilling riding drunk in the back seat of a cop car, like I've done something wrong. The catholic school girl in me got excited and I felt like I was being rebelious.
The cops were great and dropped us off right in front of the house. They chatted with us a little more (one of the cops' wife also won the same award Francisco had won in November) and then they went on looking for bad guys.
Ahhhh this is definitely one benefit of dating a barman.
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