It's been a long, arduous shift. I'm beat, but happy that the day is done. I hop in my truck, light up a bowl of ODF and head home.
And then it happens. Blue lights flashing in the rearview. Apparently I was going a hair too quick for Smokey to let me go. He saunters up to the cab. License, registration, "Sorry sir, wasn't watching my speed."
Then he sees the pipe in the console. Now, this could go two ways. Mr Trooper could just write the damn speeding ticket and go on his merry way. Hopefully Mr Trooper has the brains God gave a mouse and realizes that while the mini corncob pipes are often used for pot, the full sized models are for tobacco.
Or, he could ask you to step outside, search you, confiscate your Buck knife for the duration of the stop, tear the damn truck apart and not find any drugs in the course of his futile attempt at search and seize, then cite you for a measly 3 over.
He chooses the latter. Fantastic.
And then it happens. Blue lights flashing in the rearview. Apparently I was going a hair too quick for Smokey to let me go. He saunters up to the cab. License, registration, "Sorry sir, wasn't watching my speed."
Then he sees the pipe in the console. Now, this could go two ways. Mr Trooper could just write the damn speeding ticket and go on his merry way. Hopefully Mr Trooper has the brains God gave a mouse and realizes that while the mini corncob pipes are often used for pot, the full sized models are for tobacco.
Or, he could ask you to step outside, search you, confiscate your Buck knife for the duration of the stop, tear the damn truck apart and not find any drugs in the course of his futile attempt at search and seize, then cite you for a measly 3 over.
He chooses the latter. Fantastic.