I'm curious, what's the largest amount of herb you've had on you in the presence of a cop?
3 or 4 years ago, when I was a housekeeper and desk clerk at a motel, we had the place painted & fixed up to try to bring in more respectable guests---we got sick of crack whores and heroin junkies, and thought maybe changing the appearance a little would yield good results. And it did, actually, we got MUCH better clients after that.
Anyway, one late afternoon, the boss & family had some religious function to go to (Indians) and left me in charge.
I used to grab the phone, the keys and a chair and park my heinie next to the office's side entry---I hated being cooped up in the office, it was cramped, A/C didn't always work, and no TV. They were very cheap people....
So after a while, I see a cop car pull up in the driveway, and I thought, "Great, who the fuck did what in here? And why didn't I hear anything....? If someone was fighting, I didn't hear it....."
Cop pulls through the covered parking at the front of the office, and gets out, and peaks his head around the corner and says, "Is this still ------ Motel?" I said, with a puzzled look, "Yes...." He said, "Did the foreign owners sell it or something?" I raised an eyebrow, and said "No, they still own and operate it. Why, though?"
He turns a little red, and says, "Well, ma'am, I used to work this route overnight a few months ago, and used to get calls to this address almost every night. They changed my shift and route for a while, and put me on day shift for this route again. I couldn't help but notice that the color changed, I thought maybe they sold it......"
I said, "We got tired of the trash the old appearance brought in, so we fixed up the exterior, removed some decorative exterior things, painted, re-did the parking lot, et cetera. We thought it might bring us some better customers, so we tried it. We haven't had anywhere near as many problems since. We just got tired of dealing with the rotten apples, and decided there had to be a way to drive them away. This seems to have worked."
He said, "Really? That's great! I'm glad that worked, this is a nice area, but it was trashy for so long....It's nice to see the motel owners cleaning their places up, that helps the crime rates drop a little, too."
I said, "I know, this used to be 'Whore Alley' for years, the old motel owners didn't give a damn and eventually sold out to new owners. That's for the better."
Somehow it got into a conversation about drug dealers dealing from motels, and it dawned on me that earlier in the day, I found the equivilant of a quarter in herb in vacated rooms, and had collected it, bagged it in ice bucket bags, and put it in my pockets. I realized how much I had on me, and thought, "Ok, just keep being nice to the piggy, and he'll eventually go away. He's just bored, that's all, just killing time."
After about an HOUR of talking to a bored cop, he finally gets a call and leaves.
I ALWAYS remembered to empty my pockets at home BEFORE I pulled an office shift after that! Thank fucking god it wasn't the stinky herb people had been leaving, he DAMN sure would have been able to smell it.
I loved that job, though, people would leave half-smoked Js, lose dime bags in the sheets, under/behind furniture, it was a treasure hunt every day that always produced no less than a dime a day
For the nearly 4 years I worked that job, I had more than enough to toke every day with some to spare, and I never had to pay a penny for it, and none of it was shit herb, either
3 or 4 years ago, when I was a housekeeper and desk clerk at a motel, we had the place painted & fixed up to try to bring in more respectable guests---we got sick of crack whores and heroin junkies, and thought maybe changing the appearance a little would yield good results. And it did, actually, we got MUCH better clients after that.
Anyway, one late afternoon, the boss & family had some religious function to go to (Indians) and left me in charge.
I used to grab the phone, the keys and a chair and park my heinie next to the office's side entry---I hated being cooped up in the office, it was cramped, A/C didn't always work, and no TV. They were very cheap people....
So after a while, I see a cop car pull up in the driveway, and I thought, "Great, who the fuck did what in here? And why didn't I hear anything....? If someone was fighting, I didn't hear it....."
Cop pulls through the covered parking at the front of the office, and gets out, and peaks his head around the corner and says, "Is this still ------ Motel?" I said, with a puzzled look, "Yes...." He said, "Did the foreign owners sell it or something?" I raised an eyebrow, and said "No, they still own and operate it. Why, though?"
He turns a little red, and says, "Well, ma'am, I used to work this route overnight a few months ago, and used to get calls to this address almost every night. They changed my shift and route for a while, and put me on day shift for this route again. I couldn't help but notice that the color changed, I thought maybe they sold it......"
I said, "We got tired of the trash the old appearance brought in, so we fixed up the exterior, removed some decorative exterior things, painted, re-did the parking lot, et cetera. We thought it might bring us some better customers, so we tried it. We haven't had anywhere near as many problems since. We just got tired of dealing with the rotten apples, and decided there had to be a way to drive them away. This seems to have worked."
He said, "Really? That's great! I'm glad that worked, this is a nice area, but it was trashy for so long....It's nice to see the motel owners cleaning their places up, that helps the crime rates drop a little, too."
I said, "I know, this used to be 'Whore Alley' for years, the old motel owners didn't give a damn and eventually sold out to new owners. That's for the better."
Somehow it got into a conversation about drug dealers dealing from motels, and it dawned on me that earlier in the day, I found the equivilant of a quarter in herb in vacated rooms, and had collected it, bagged it in ice bucket bags, and put it in my pockets. I realized how much I had on me, and thought, "Ok, just keep being nice to the piggy, and he'll eventually go away. He's just bored, that's all, just killing time."
After about an HOUR of talking to a bored cop, he finally gets a call and leaves.
I ALWAYS remembered to empty my pockets at home BEFORE I pulled an office shift after that! Thank fucking god it wasn't the stinky herb people had been leaving, he DAMN sure would have been able to smell it.
I loved that job, though, people would leave half-smoked Js, lose dime bags in the sheets, under/behind furniture, it was a treasure hunt every day that always produced no less than a dime a day
For the nearly 4 years I worked that job, I had more than enough to toke every day with some to spare, and I never had to pay a penny for it, and none of it was shit herb, either
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It was the most I ever found at one time. All I remember about that stuff was that it was extreamely harsh, and it had a heavy, HEAVY mental and body stone, I could barely think enough to move after a bowl 
He stares at me, i stares at him and say "Salut Chien !" ("Hi doggy!) with a big smile. HE keeps staring at me a few seconds, the turns back and leaves the bus. God ! I quicly left the bus, took my other backpack, trying to ignore the customs guys and their dog, and quickly left without looking back. pfew ! that one was very close ! Remember guys, if you have to face some sniffing dog, be polite and say hello ! I might work !
