Dude, did you crotch the weed?

What was up with the K-9 sniffers all along 67 on Friday afternoon/evening?

I came up on the ominous-looking barricade as

I was exiting Macomb on my way to Davenport to see C-Nor.

As I approached, I got all prepared for them to stop me. I practiced a little speech in my mind, trying to think of phrases “civil liberties” or something else indignant-sounding.

I also made sure to lean over and reach down to the area where a passenger’s feet are supposed to go, and gathered up some of the filth and stuffed it in an empty Hy-Vee bag, in an effort make it look a little less like a homeless person sleeps in my vehicle.

So then when I drove past and the cops and their dogs gave me a nary a blink, I was almost a little…miffed.

What, me and my little Honda Civic don’t look fringe enough?

Was the tilt of my head, the knittedness of my eyebrows, a telltale

“listening to ‘All Things Considered” giveaway?

I felt like rolling down a window and hollering at one of the cops whose suspicion I failed to spark, “You better not even ask me what I was up to in college,

boys. Haha!”
(And then I re-cranked-up the NPR and sped away.)


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One Response to “Dude, did you crotch the weed?”

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