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<blockquote data-quote="Dumpstick" data-source="post: 3242749" data-attributes="member: 41653"><p>Probably 20 years ago, I was driving back from a visit down Dibble way. It was Saturday evening, still light, summertime.</p><p> My wife had been imbibing in adult beverages, and was snoozing in the passenger seat of the little hatchback I was driving. I was (and still am) completely sober.</p><p> I was pulled over by a Blanchard cop. Apparently a drunk driver check station.</p><p> He asked for papers, which I supplied. </p><p>He asked where I had come from, I pointed my thumb over my shoulder and said "Back that way." He looked like I had slapped him, and repeated the question. </p><p>I repeated the answer.</p><p></p><p> He asked me where I was going, I pointed forward, saying "That way."</p><p></p><p>Now he's pissed. He can plainly see a cooler in the back of the hatchback, and also plainly see I've not been drinking. My papers are in order, he has no reason to detain me.</p><p></p><p>"What's in the cooler?", he asked.</p><p>"Nothing that concerns you, officer" I reply ( the cooler was empty, not that it mattered).</p><p></p><p>His face is turning red. He walks around the vehicle.</p><p>"Do you mind if I search the vehicle?" He asked</p><p></p><p>Yes I do mind, I refuse permission.</p><p></p><p>He says he's going to call in a drug dog to sniff outside the car.</p><p> I tell him to call in his Supervisor at the same time.</p><p></p><p>He goes back to the squad car, talks on the radio for awhile.</p><p></p><p>It's been 20 minutes. He still has my license. I have been polite, but I'm not giving an inch.</p><p>He comes back.</p><p>I ask if I'm under arrest, am I free to go, may I have my license and papers back ?</p><p>He repeats the threat about calling a drug dog.</p><p>I repeat the request for a Super.</p><p></p><p>He all but snarls at me, shoves the paperwork in the window, tells me to beat it.</p><p></p><p>Screw ''em.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Dumpstick, post: 3242749, member: 41653"] Probably 20 years ago, I was driving back from a visit down Dibble way. It was Saturday evening, still light, summertime. My wife had been imbibing in adult beverages, and was snoozing in the passenger seat of the little hatchback I was driving. I was (and still am) completely sober. I was pulled over by a Blanchard cop. Apparently a drunk driver check station. He asked for papers, which I supplied. He asked where I had come from, I pointed my thumb over my shoulder and said "Back that way." He looked like I had slapped him, and repeated the question. I repeated the answer. He asked me where I was going, I pointed forward, saying "That way." Now he's pissed. He can plainly see a cooler in the back of the hatchback, and also plainly see I've not been drinking. My papers are in order, he has no reason to detain me. "What's in the cooler?", he asked. "Nothing that concerns you, officer" I reply ( the cooler was empty, not that it mattered). His face is turning red. He walks around the vehicle. "Do you mind if I search the vehicle?" He asked Yes I do mind, I refuse permission. He says he's going to call in a drug dog to sniff outside the car. I tell him to call in his Supervisor at the same time. He goes back to the squad car, talks on the radio for awhile. It's been 20 minutes. He still has my license. I have been polite, but I'm not giving an inch. He comes back. I ask if I'm under arrest, am I free to go, may I have my license and papers back ? He repeats the threat about calling a drug dog. I repeat the request for a Super. He all but snarls at me, shoves the paperwork in the window, tells me to beat it. Screw ''em. [/QUOTE]
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