The first time a cop asked me if he could look around, I told him okay. I had nothing in the car and was on the way to the laundromat at 2:00 in the morning. I guess he got a little suspicious.
He didn't find anything in my dirty underwear, although he was trying real hard. His dick head partner eventually wrote me a ticket for not having my driver's license. (It was in a pair of dirty jeans in the hamper that I wasn't allowed to go near.)
I fought the ticket, told the judge my story, and after he asked the officer if it was true gave a nice long lecture on wasting the courts time with trivalities.
Since then, I don't let them search anything... no way, no how; I make sure the car is locked if they ask me to get out and I don't volunteer any information that isn't pertinent
Being a Sneetch with a star isn't carte blance to be an asshole
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Last edited by guthmund; 09-30-2003 at 09:37 PM..
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