guymontag
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Not really a comedic tale, but one that'll give a little hope to those afraid of the next time they get caught...
My buddy decided, after a long day of work, that he was going to go for a little drive through the more private, richer neighbourhoods in my area on his way home. He happened to have a friend with him who doesn't smoke, but heavily encourages that other people do. Of course, we live in Virginia/DC where bud isn't legal for any reason, medicinal or not.
He's cruising through quadruple-laned (unmarked) suburban streets having himself a nice smoke, when after a while, he notices a car riding behind him pretty close, so naturally, he picks up his speed just a little to space hmself. Only after taking a hit and looking back again did he notice the headlights in the mirror and recognise them as a police car's. Just as he exhales with closed windows... the sirens wail.
Like an obedient citizen, he pulled over, unrolled his window (letting out a billow of smoke), took out his ID, and rested his bowl on the dashboard. The officer came up and took a whiff, instantly recognising the smell, saying, "God damn!"
My friend chose the smart route, choosing to be honest with the cop, and flat out let him know that he was smoking, pointed out the bowl, and even handed it to the officer, despite being pulled over for speeding, knowing the officer(s) would definitely smell the car. And there was my other friend, not even a smoker, close to getting arrested for being in the car.
So what does the officer do after taking the bowl and making them sit on the curb? He asks, "We're going to have to search your car. Is there anything you'd like to declare?" and without flinching, my friend says, "Yes, in addition to the half-full pipe, there's a bag of weed and second pipe in my glove box."
The officers search the car and come back. The officer says, "Well, it looks like we didn't find anything," and for SOME reason, my friend decides to interject: "No, there's a bag of weed and pipe in the glove box." The officer sighs and goes back to the car, giving it a quick one-over, opening the glove box and checking inside. The bag and pipe were sitting directly on top of everything, but he didn't take them out.
Again, the officer comes back, this time telling my friend that because he was so polite, barely going over the speed limit, and honest about everything that he was going to let him go with a ticket for 'improper driving', and take the pipe (still half-full, mind you). He makes no mention of the extra bag and pipe in the glove box, doesn't file a report for the confiscated piece, and sends my friends off.
Somewhere out there, there are two VERY happy officers, tailgating kids in the suburbs, giggling their asses off.
I've kinda kept this as my mantra for dealing with cops. Honesty is the best policy, if all the preventative and concealment measures have become futile.
My buddy decided, after a long day of work, that he was going to go for a little drive through the more private, richer neighbourhoods in my area on his way home. He happened to have a friend with him who doesn't smoke, but heavily encourages that other people do. Of course, we live in Virginia/DC where bud isn't legal for any reason, medicinal or not.
He's cruising through quadruple-laned (unmarked) suburban streets having himself a nice smoke, when after a while, he notices a car riding behind him pretty close, so naturally, he picks up his speed just a little to space hmself. Only after taking a hit and looking back again did he notice the headlights in the mirror and recognise them as a police car's. Just as he exhales with closed windows... the sirens wail.
Like an obedient citizen, he pulled over, unrolled his window (letting out a billow of smoke), took out his ID, and rested his bowl on the dashboard. The officer came up and took a whiff, instantly recognising the smell, saying, "God damn!"
My friend chose the smart route, choosing to be honest with the cop, and flat out let him know that he was smoking, pointed out the bowl, and even handed it to the officer, despite being pulled over for speeding, knowing the officer(s) would definitely smell the car. And there was my other friend, not even a smoker, close to getting arrested for being in the car.
So what does the officer do after taking the bowl and making them sit on the curb? He asks, "We're going to have to search your car. Is there anything you'd like to declare?" and without flinching, my friend says, "Yes, in addition to the half-full pipe, there's a bag of weed and second pipe in my glove box."
The officers search the car and come back. The officer says, "Well, it looks like we didn't find anything," and for SOME reason, my friend decides to interject: "No, there's a bag of weed and pipe in the glove box." The officer sighs and goes back to the car, giving it a quick one-over, opening the glove box and checking inside. The bag and pipe were sitting directly on top of everything, but he didn't take them out.
Again, the officer comes back, this time telling my friend that because he was so polite, barely going over the speed limit, and honest about everything that he was going to let him go with a ticket for 'improper driving', and take the pipe (still half-full, mind you). He makes no mention of the extra bag and pipe in the glove box, doesn't file a report for the confiscated piece, and sends my friends off.
Somewhere out there, there are two VERY happy officers, tailgating kids in the suburbs, giggling their asses off.
I've kinda kept this as my mantra for dealing with cops. Honesty is the best policy, if all the preventative and concealment measures have become futile.
