Actually, that reminds me of another drug story.
I had a saturday job when I was about 17. I worked with a rather cute young lady who and we used to wander out at lunch time and have a quick smoke in a usually pretty empty multi-storey car park round the corner.

We were sitting there and I was rolling up when a police car pulled up right next to us, how I didn't spot it approaching I don't know but I didn't.

the copper was looking at me as he rolled down the window while I was (probably fairly unsubtly) trying to shove the rizlas and puff under my leg out of sight.

Expecting to be arrested I waited for the policeman to start the earbashing. In some bizarre twist on the goood cop/bad cop thing he clearly decided to try surreality.

"Do you two know anything about water balloons?"

"Oh you sadistic bastard," I thought, "Just get on with it and arrest me if you're going to."

"what?" we asked.

"Water balloons. Someone has been throwing them from up here at passing traffic."

We looked around and noticed puddles of water, burst balloons and all sorts. Bloody kids.

"No, we're just hiding during our lunch break, having a chat about personal stuff."

"Oh, OK then, keep an eye out."

And he drove off.

Man did I need a spliff after that little scare.
( Afinkawan Yes I can hear you Clem Fandango, Wed 20 Feb 2008, 15:15, Reply)