I was just wondering if any of you have any amusing stories of getting bust for weed or anything for that matter.
Lemme tell you mine, it's one for the books:
About 3 years ago, sometime in August, my 2 friends and I went to a local rock festival called splashy fen. We drove down in Dave's golf with him and Dan in front and me and the bags in the back. My bag was on the seat next to me for easy access to the stash bag. We must have had about 10 or so bankies (bank bags full of weed) on us; it's a festival, we didn't want a shortage. We could have smoked for 2 weeks solid with the amount of spliff we had.
We'd got an early start that day and had been blazing since sunrise, constantly rolling joints, hitting bongs, and messing weed everywhere. About 4 hours into the drive we were all completely IRE and listening to music. Almost at our destination, we see the cars ahead of us slow down...
To our horror, it's a road block and we can't turn around or hide anything. We get to the cop and she asks us where we're headed. We tell her that we're going to the festival; she nods and tells us to pull over. Shit.
We pull over and are told to get out of the car. Out we get. Now, by this time our hearts (or mine at least) were thumping so hard... We were all shitting ourselves and had enough weed on us to be classified as dealers, which we were not.
This old white Afrikaans cop searches Dave, stopping just short of a body cavity search. He had nothing on him. I had 6 trips in my wallet but I only got patted down by another guy and they didn't find those. Thank fuck. The lady cop is looking around in the car and she finds one of many seeds on the floor. Once informing us that we can be charged for cultivation she asks us if we have anything to declare. We say nothing...
"Get the sniffer dogs!!!" When I heard those words, I don't think I have ever been more terrified in my life. Full contact fighting is nothing in comparrisson. None of us looked at each other as we all silently contemplated the end of life as we knew it.
A beautiful white dog starts sniffing away in the car. He can smell something; duh. After a while he makes his way to the backseat where my bag is sitting, full of stash, bongs, sandwiches, and some clothing. He goes to my bag and starts sniffing. The lady than rummages through my bag and takes out a packet and places it on the roof.
We're all fucked we thought. They've found our massive stash and we're going to jail. Dan would have been deported cause his visa was up. We all look at the packet on the roof but it's my sandwiches that mom made for us before we left, not the stash.
The lady goes through my bag some more and we hear her rustling another packet (the weed). She takes her time, closes my bag, and does a final check and says," right guys, if we've missed anything; enjoy it! drive safely"
We are all too shocked to register but we get in the car and drive off. Nothing was said for about 2 minutes as a wave of joy, and relief washes over us. Than we all burst into nervous laughter and roll a joint to calm our anxious nerves. I think my heart stopped pounding about an hour later.
Whoever that lady was, I love you! We all could have been sombody's bitch by now and we luckily are free to tell the tale.
At the end, we got to the festival which sucked. The only consolation is that we were the only people with weed for the first few days. lol.
I'll never forget that as long as I live. I've never been so affraid or so relieved since.
Lemme hear yours...
