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Text: ** *wall of text, but worth the read imo* **

**also, i suppose this is not a total fuck-up, but the desperation that came out of it is more than enough for a tifu.**

first of all, i would like to point out that i had never before been pulled over, and this was my first actual encounter with a cop where i was the one in question.


a friend of mine had recently gone through a rough patch with his girlfriend, and was soon about to break up with her, needless to say he wasn't in the best mood. having teenage minds, we thought the best way to cheer him up was to get high, something that a lot of us had talked about wanting to do for a while; at least before we split apart to colleges next year. so myself, my friend going through the break up (we'll call him friend 1), and my other friend (friend 2) spend a few minutes texting and manage to find a dealer that we know through another friend. to skip through the logistics of it, we buy about two grams and head on our way.


me and friend 2 were completely new to marijuana, but, like i said, we wanted to do it before college. friend 1 had done it before, but not to a large extent, regardless we looked at him like a drug deity. collectively, we decided that... well we're going to get the munchies... that something that happens when you get high, right? so over the course of an hour, we load up on drinks and food, ranging from chocolate to weird foreign candy that none of us had ever heard of. when we finally finish our spree, we've spent more on candy then we did on marijuana, and it is now past our driving curfew. i suppose now is a good time to mention that i am 17, friend 1 one is 17, and friend 2 is 16, all of us have or license but we are in a single car.


then, we fucked up.


bad.


instead of deciding to go to a basement of one of our houses, we figure that we might as well go to the small dirt pit, **next to a public library**. you couldn't see the pit from the road, as it was about 10 meters below street level, however this also means that **we** couldn't see the road or any cars coming on it; essentially we were blind to seeing any incoming cars until it was too late. anyways, we pull into the pit, and hide the car against the wall in case we needed to make a *"get-away"*. what a joke.


being amateurs, we had decided that using metal pens would be the best way to smoke the pot, and we bought some from the local store. now, if you can imagine three guys, crammed into a car, dissembling a pen, and trying to stick a clump of weed in, you have a pretty good idea of what we looked like. eventually, we get everything in place, and friend 1 decides to take the first hit. as he begins to light it, i took a closer look at the bottom of the pen, **it was fucking plastic**. instead of smoking the drug, we were instead about to inhale toxic plastic fumes thinking that we could get high. i point this out, and a collective moment of stupidity envelops the car. after trying various other designs, i manage to macgyver an empty bottle of monster into a functioning pipe. cut a small hole near the bottom of the can, break the plastic off the pen, stick it into the hole, put the marijuana in the can, screw the lid on, warm the bottom, and suck through the hollow plastic. to be fair, in that moment i was pretty proud of myself.


so finally, we start to get it going, we can taste a little bit of it. so we're passing this can around, tasting this foreign smoke, and just as it starts to smoke--


--the unmistakable headlights of a police-issued chevy camaro turn into the pit.


**fuck.**


i point this out to both of my friends, instantaneously i knew how badly we had just screwed up, i'm sure they did too. when your first encounter with a cop entails the possession and usage of an illegal drug, you want to run like hell, you want to never come back, but i am so glad none of us chose to do that.


the car comes to a slow stop in front of us, no light-bar on but just bright-ass headlights. gradually, the officer walks over to our car, mag light in hand. the first words out of his mouth,


"alright, where's the dope?"


friend 2, who was in the driver's seat says that he doesn't know what the officer was talking about, but that didn't last long. the smell was pungent, we knew it and the officer knew it, he made it very clear,


"i can smell it, where is it?"


f2 gave up, he reached over f1 (who was in the passenger seat), retrieved the small bag and handed it to the officer standing outside. by this point, a second officer (officer 2, or o2 if you will) had arrived and made his way over to the car.


o1: "so what were you guys using to smoke this?"


friend 2 holds up the can of monster, and i shit you not, **officer 2 starts laughing**. i mean shit, i could even see officer 1 smirking.


o2 (still chuckling): "you guys are new to this aren't you?"


in some way, shape or form we all responded yes. up until this point, i was almost sure we were getting arrested, so i had refrained from saying anything. but now, it was almost like a lighter mood had come in. we're all profusely apologizing, commenting on how stupid we were, then officer two notices the bags of food in the back seat next to me.


o2: "you guys watch dumb and dumber too much and think you were going to get the munchies? you're supposed to get the food after you're high."


he's literally laughing his ass off at this point, maybe because we were novices, maybe because it was the start of his shift, but he was laughing. the chat between us and the officers would be too long to type, but it was was as light and funny as a conversation between two friends. officer 1 runs all of our licenses, and returns to the car.


"you guys are good kids, you really screwed up, not only do you have illegal drugs in the car, but you're breaking curfew and *his* curfew for simply being out in the town is about to be up."


he pointed to friend 2, in our town if you are 16 you must be home by midnight, you can't even be walking around.


anyways, he tells friend 2 to call his parents to come pick us up, since we were all sleeping at his house and couldn't drive ourselves home. both of them tell us that they won't tell friend 2's parents that we had marijuana in the car, but that we were just out past curfew, he even suggests that we spray the car down with cologne if we have any to try and mask the smell. officer 2, who had been standing tells us that we can put all of our food and bags into the trunk. well, at this point, about 12 bottles of gatorade that we had bought from the gas station were out of sight on the floor. so as i begin to hand what seems like an endless stream of gatorade to friend 2, both of the officer start laughing again.


what could we do, they were on sale for $3/2.


anyways, friend 2's dad finally arrives, not exactly in the best mood but we couldn't care, we weren't getting arrested and none of our parents knew that we just dodged the charge of drug possession. the night that followed included us sneaking out to laden the car with aerosol fresheners and hand-held vacuums.


i don't thinking i'm going to try marijuana again for quite some time.


 


i'm sure they're sitting at the station now, telling everybody how they caught kids trying to smoke weed out of a monster can with a pen.
friend got dumped, decided to get high, got caught by cops, hilarity ensued, cops told us not to fuck up again and suggested ways that we mask the smell of marijuana, sent us to my friends house with telling parents about marijuana or even giving a warning for violating curfew.**

Text: this is a story from about 6 years ago. i bought a nice near new mazda rx8 seen here (https://s13.postimg.org/wubjl75h3/received_10155887748899870.jpg) on it's roof.

i had been working on a subdivision worksite and parked the car in one of the side driveways where we usually parked, but on this specific day the excavator had to access some lots down this side driveways and i was asked to move my car. as i was driving a compactor at the time i put the compactor in park left it running and jumped into my car to move it across the road to another open lot which was a down sloping lot on the side of a hill.

in my haste to get back to the running compactor i parked threw up the handbrake, got out and locked the car. to my horror the car slowly started moving, as soon as i noticed i tried to open the door to stop the car but it was locked. i fumbled with the keys to get it unlocked and by the time i pressed the button the car was our of reach and gaining speed.

the car ran over a power box then through a fence till the nose hit the top rung of a retaining wall which flipped the car over and dropping it down the 2.5m retaining wall onto it's roof.

i ran up to the excavator operator and told him what happened he laughed and said "want me to drive the digger down there and flip it back?"
parked my car on a hill and forgot to put it in gear. car rolled down the hill and flipped getting crushed.

Text: a friend and i decided to ride the length of the american tobacco trail today. we started at like 2pm and had a really good ride, even catching the sunset on a bridge overlooking the wetlands. anyway, we get back to our car, congratulate ourselves on finishing the 44 miles (my friend never had biked more than 20 and i haven't biked that long since this summer), and we drive away as dusk turned into night. we arrive at the gate and find it locked. fantastic. my friend gets out his phone and is looking up numbers to call and i head back to the trailhead to try to find some park office numbers. i text him two numbers before he texts me to come back to the car. i come back and he says he called the police and an officer is going to help us. i'm thinking, sweet, we will be out of here in no time. as we wait we start thinking about the feast we are going to have once we get home as we both haven't eaten anything more than a couple of crackers since lunch. we wait for about an hour before a cop shows up and he tells us he is working on contacting the park service as they are the only ones with the key. we continue waiting and finally after another hour he tells us he got a hold of them and they are about 30 minutes away. another 45 minutes goes by before the parks guy shows up and lets us out. we thank them and start the car, before the police officer comes back shines his flashlight at us and pulls a warning ticket off the front windshield. we read the slip of paper and on it is the direct number of the parks department we should have contacted to begin with. it also turned out to be the second number i found and texted my friend.

got locked inside of the gate at the american tobacco trail parking lot. called the cops after waiting for 2 hours, waited even longer for the police to find who to call. as we were leaving, found a ticket on our car that had the correct number to call the whole time.

