Seems totally unreasonable to get anxious over
It kinda does, hate to say. I am not going to incriminate myself on here, but lets just say I have had some fucked up shit in my car before, and got pulled over, and had a fucking conversation with the cop, and drove away. And when I say fucked up shit, I am not talking about drugs.
Then there was the time my sister was briefly living with me and, while I was getting high in my front room with her husband, on a whim me and him decided to go down to the store for pop. My sister was a wanted felon at the time, but I didn't know it. We left my bag of weed and two brightly colored glass pipes on the table near the wall, a 45 degree angle from the door. My sister stayed behind.
As we came back, I saw a police car in my driveway. It was empty, and they were in my house. I got fucking pissed, (I had forgotten about the weed) and charged in there, saying to the cop 'Why are you in my house?' He was talking to my sister, who was sitting on a couch a straight line from the doorway. He turned to me and told me that she let him in (which means he doesn't need a warrant to enter, what a dumb ass she is). The way he was facing talking to her, and the way he turned to me, he juuuuuust missed seeing the pipes and baggie. All he had to do was turn his head a little bit. I noticed the stuff left out just as he was explaining how she let him in, and I felt a stab of fear, I will admit.
But I just glared at him as my manipulative, charismatic criminally insane sister talked him out of arresting her right then and there, and he freaking left without her! And never noticed the pipes or weed. And it was a felony warrant. They did come back later and tried to get in again but that is another story. Fucking I got a bunch more but too much typing.
