Yesterday I saw Officer Friendly take a man’s pulse. Why?
I didn’t see the beginning of the encounter. They were standing on a street corner; there was a bicycle standing by, apparently belonging to the examinee, who showed no obvious signs of distress or impairment. Two black-and-whites were parked nearby, presumably having disgorged the pulse-taker and his backup (who was standing ready to ensure that Bicycle Guy didn’t try anything funny).