my story from 2 weeks ago....i ran a red light in front of a cop, looking right at him while i turned...with my seatbelt off (forgot that part)with a open bottle of grey goose in the front...he gets behind me blurps me and i start putting shit underneath my seat reaaal slow. not weed. i forgot all about the bottle of vodka so thats sitting directly in the middle of my car in the cup holder.
so the cop comes up to me while im still trying to put shit underneath my seat without moving my head or shoulders much.....tryna slip the seatbelt on while simotaneously puttin shit under...im literally still puttin things under my seat while im rolling my window...hes gets up to me cuz imm lookin through my mirror and periphrial an hes like, liscense and registration...i told a quick joke and dude laughed and was like do you know why i stopped you? i laughed soem more and i was like yeah man, im kinda relaxed with my driving around my neighborhood i know exactly why you stopped me (he stopped me for ANOTHER REASON) he goes, why did i stop you? i bullshitted...he said my brake light was out and i didnt signal(wtf) so im thinking about the running the light, how my car is straight cuz its sorta new and im like this cop is lying...so im like word? my brake lights are out? i just took my car to toyota...let me see? so i get out my car, door open, vodka bottle exposed shit under my seat in plain view. you can see the shit that was underneath my seat and know what it was. cuz im thinkin he meant TAIL LIGHT (the shit thats on in the back when you put your parking break on and its in park) not the lights you press when you brake.
the cops like "i need to get in your car and press the brake so you can see it" cuz they cant get in your car WO permission..i look back in my car see the vodka and whats underneath my car in plain view and i hear the sound of jail bars closing...i was like nah, you know what thats cool....ill get it fixed i trust you. got back in my car. told him about how i couldnt find my insurance card...at the end of this all i got out scott free. no 3-4 violations, and prbably a few years not being lost in jail for what was in my car. i pulled away (i signaled, all that) and went and picked up some weed.
moral of the story: make the cop feel like youd go drink a beer with him or something. when you treat cops like people, sometimes you get lucky and get treated like a person.
last xmas i told the cop i was just trying not to miss the family prayer at the beginning of our dinner and and he let me go for speeding lmao..
