Drinking on the job
Following on from yesterday’s story…
I’m sitting in a pub. I know. Shocking.
And two policemen came in and ordered beers.
Yep. Uniformed policemen, with guns and everything.
When they finished, they got up and left, and said goodbye to us in Croatian. One of them laughed. ‘English,’ he said. ‘Good bye.’
And the way he said it, I wouldn’t be surprised if that was all the English he knew.