I day whilst driving around minding my own business I stopped at a park to eat lunch. Wrong place wrong time. Because there had been reports that someone who I vaugely resembled (white adult male with long hair and a beard) in a van similar to mine had been seen selling joints to schoolkids (it wasn't me). So suddenly there's a cop standing at my window, telling me to get out. He asked to see my license but I didn't have it on me (wallet fell out of my pocket at my g/f's house). So that gave him a right to search my van. He goes in a starts tearing things up. "Hey what are you doing?" I asked. "Looking for your dope." "Tell ya what, since you're gonna find it anyway. How bout if I show you where it is and save you the time and trouble?" "Okay." So I reach under my seat and hand him a bag with about 5 or 6 grams of pot it in. "AHA" the cops cries triumphantly. I gave up my pot so easily because I didn't want him to find the 1,000 quaaludes I had hidden in the back. I was detained until it was determined that I didn't match a better descrition and I was ticketed for poss. of less than an oz and no lic. in possession and went on my way.
Good thinkin, I'd take that ticket anyday over the time you'd spend for those qualudes you stashed in the back.
I'd say thats that probly one of the best moves I've ever seen in terms of hiding weed... Sorta reminds of my decoy-stash idea I had a wile back.
