Ah, doing the "California Roll" at a stop sign - I did it once, years ago, on Easter, driving home from a day at Disneyland at around 1am. This is so stupid... I had gone with 2 stoner (at the time) friends to Disneyland that day and since I was housesitting for my parents, we all decided to come back to my place and crash. We stopped by one friend's house so he could grab his overnight bag and his smoking aparatus which was a very, very ridiculously tall bong. Before leaving my friend's place, the 2 of them took a couple of hits but I thought better of it to wait til I was back at home and in my jammies. He took his car and my other friend and I took my car and we were caravanning nice and easy back to my place. The streets were deserted. I slowed down at an intersection and didn't stop all the way, like a moron. By the time I rolled through the Stop sign, I saw johnny law and I let out an audible "d'ooooooooooooooooooh shit!" but it was too late. The harsh reality in the form of cop lights flooded my car and I pulled over, nice and easy, and put my hands on the steering wheel. My friend who was with me immediately starts freaking out, "Oh my god, oh my god... Brent's overnight bag is in your backseat and it's full of pot!!"
"SHhhh!! Shut up... what? What? What bag?!!" I said. And that's just great that I had become someone's damn drug mule without my even knowing.
Up swaggers the cop as Brent drives past, the tail lights of his car getting smaller and smaller the further he drives up the road. Meanwhile my friend is sitting in the pasenger seat, shaking like a leaf the way people who've never been pulled over tend to quake when faced with an authortarian figure. The cop taps on my window with the top of his flashlight. I rolled it down and he asks how much I'd been drinking. "Just some coffee, no alcohol for me sir I'm only 20 years old." Being all proper n'stuff.
"Where are you driving from and where are you going?"
I pointed to the Disney parking permit I still had on my dashboard, "Just coming from Disneyland, sir. We were there all day and I'm just going home because I'm soooooo tired.." Thank god it was a man-cop, because I couldn't have gotten away with batting my eyelashes and being all proper and lady-like had it been a lady-cop who pulled me over.
The cop pulls out his flashlight and starts probing around my little car. A wimper comes from my friend and I stare her a mean glance that says "shut up!" out of the corner of my eye. The flashlight probed my backseat where Brent's bag was.
Mr. Law then takes a step back from my car door and walks to the front of my car. "Miss, your headlight is out so you might want to get that changed."
"Oh really, sir? I... I had no idea my headlight was out sir. I'll get that fixed right away!"
Then the cop lets me go with a warning.
About 5 minutes later I'm home and there's my other friend, chain smoking cigarettes in my driveway like some paranoid fiend. "OH my god, I am so sorry!!! I didn't know what to do so I just kept on driving. I thought my overnight bag would be safe with you because you hadn't smoked anything and didn't think you'd get pulled over. Gosh, man, I'm sorry. You didn't get in trouble did you?"
That's when I decided to look in my back seat and check the offending bag. Half the fucking bong was sticking out of his overnight bag in plain site on the back seat of my car, and all the damn pot he had in there with his change of clothes had settled in and started to get manky like a rastafarian church.
"No obviously I didn't get in trouble, but I can't believe you'd put me in the position to say 'but officer, I swear the mari-ju-wana isn't mine, sir. " Fuckin' loser. :lol:
I love cop stories and I have a couple more. Who has some good ones to swap?