Procrastinating on the Edge: Part 1

Last night, after a long day of studying including two review sessions with professors after class, Blogger decided to go out and have a beer. A feeling of doom hung in the air, as it was clear that getting a beer at 12:30 am on the night before the night before finals was not the best move, but Blogger threw caution to the wind and left anyway.

The evil of the night manifested itself in two epsidoes, equal in their initial startling panic, and eventual hillarity.


Part 1: ¿Porque Estás Nervioso?

Upon finding the first bar closed in a small residential neighborhood in San Gervasi, Blogger started walking down the street towards the next watering hole. Glancing over his shoulder, Blogger noticed a police car coming down the street, and strangley, a policeman running along side it; both coming right at him.
Knowing he had done nothing wrong, Blogger continued to walk, only to glance over his shoulder ten paces later and find the policeman still running straight at him. Not being a minority, and hence not used to police attacking him for absolutely no reason, Blogger was understandably a bit startlted.
Imagine then how suprising it was when the policeman, now standing 2 inches in front of Blogger's face, reaached out and placed his fingers on Blogger's neck, felt his pulse, and then asked in a threatening manner...... '¿Porque estás nervioso?.
Smartass Hindsight being 20/20, the answer should have been 'Because a policeman just ran straight at me and started touching my neck you jackass'.
Instead, Blogger just stammered something in a dumbfounded mumble.
Policeman then asked Blogger for his identification, and proceeded to accuse him of taking part in some robbery up the street. Policeman was sure that he had seen Blogger running from the scene, though this sleuthing genius did not seem to find it strange that Blogger would now be walking calmly, even with a policeman running down the street behind him.
Thankfully, the good samaritan who had called the police seconds earlier (this is a nice Barcelona neighborhood, so the police show up immediately) walked out of his apartment and yelled "No es él", so Blogger was remanded to the custody of his procrastinating beer.