On our way back to D.C. from Richmond we were stopped by the Virginia State Police. We were travelling on I-95 I-95 was a known drug mule route traveling straight up the east coast.

We had packed a picnic lunch and were going to stop somewhere nice for a break. Even though it only takes an hour and a half to go from Richmond to D.C. we wanted to have a nice easy trip and weren’t speeding or doing anything illegal and yet we got stopped anyway.

It started as a usual traffic stop, tail light flickering, licensee, registration, proof of insurance. Hassling two young kids, you know, the usual.After an inordinate amount of time one of the officers came back with my papers and told me to have the taillight checked when I got home. Easy-peast right? Wrong. As he was handing me my papers he politely asked if he could search my car. WOO, Red light warning. I say that I did mind if he searched my car, and the fun begins.

What are you hiding—Why won’t you just let us search it—Nothing illegal? —It won’t take long. I still refused and then he said that they could get a warrant. And I told him to go ahead and get one. It could take an hour— The judge would be pissed off—-It’s a big hassle— And just let us search. Nope, Get A Warrant. Then the other officer approached and went through the same thing. Hiding somethig… etc. Get A warrant!

So they get on the radio and call in for the Warrant. 45 minutes later two more Virginia State Police cars show up with the warrant. All of the are mad and not very nice at this point and start in to try to search my car. I stop them and say that I want to read the warrant. ” READ THE WARRANT HE SHOUTS” and I repeat yes I want to read the warrant.

I took my time reading it and on the last page of this six page warrant it finally says they are searching for drugs. Ever since one of my friends went to prison for 7^1/2 years for two joints, I made dure my car was completely clean and sterile without a stem or a seed anywhere.

They search the car from head to foot as we break out our picric and proceed to watch as they sweat it out. All five of them for them to search… It took over an hour. We on the other hand enjoyed our lunch and had a good laugh. When they were done we packed up and got readt to leave. Then the original trooper came up to the window and asked me Why. Why wouldn’t you just let us search the car when you knew there was nothing there?

I replied and I quote, “Why would I just let you search my car. We still live in America, right? This isn’t nazi Germany is it? In what world do you think that you can JUST SEARCH SOMEONE’S CAR?”. And off we went/

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