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So I'm doing 80 on a 55 with a cop behind me...
I'm kind of scared you guys will think I'm bullshitting, only because if someone else came on here and posted this I would be very skeptical. But this short story is %100 true, with literally no exaggerations. I'm not a bullshitter, and never have been, and never quite understood why so many other people are.
To the story.
It's a saturday and I'm about to make a trip up to my friends college. Before I head up I decide to cop an O so I can smoke while we play madden all night. I follow my friend around for like 20 minutes, wasting gas and time in only a manner my friend could, until he finally stops at somewhere "safe enough" to give me my ounce. Since I'm in a hurry I just stick the ounce in my console and leave.
I'm off!
I head directly to the highway thinking I need to make good time here because when me and my boy play madden, it's an alllll night thing, and i want to get started asap. It's about 8 o'clock already and I wanted to be on the highway by 730.
When I merge onto the highway it's in a 55 zone, although it increases to 65 after a few miles. I immediately get into the left lane and start moving right along at about 75. Well, after being on the road for only about 3 minutes some car comes flying up behind me. It kind of pisses me off because I'm going 75 and this dude is like on my jock. So I look in front of me and there is a stretch of cars for a while in the right lane, and I decide since the dude behind me is a douche (lol, everyone on the road is a douche you know?) I'm sure as hell not going to slow down just to get in the right lane behind an 18 wheeler, just to let the bastard pass, then proceed to get right behind him.
The car behind me starts to get closer so I creep up to about 81-82 until I finally get ahead of the 18wheeler that is the leader in the pack of cars in the right lane. I turn on the turn signal and get in the right lane and at this point we're going around 80-83.
Well don't you know it douchey mcdouchenstien gets right next to me in the left lane and stays next to me.
I look over and it's a fucking cop car and the pig is looking right at me! I ALMOST SWERVED OFF THE FUCKING HIGHWAY! I look down at my speedometer, 80mph, and I look back over at the cop and look right in his eyes. I know EXACTLY what he is doing because I learned it from watching that former cops' DON'T GET CAUGHT tapes, you guys know what I'm talking about. The cop is out patrolling for people with drugs, no doubt in my mind.
I think to myself, well, this is it.
I begin to decelerate to 75, 70, and he just keeps moving right along.
Somehow, some way, the mother fucker decided not to pull me over. He had me dead to rights, going 80 in a 55 for over a minute.
I couldn't believe it. Could NOT believe it.
I attribute me not being pulled over to
1. By some MIRACLE I wasn't blasting rap music, something I allllllwaaaayyyyys do on the highway.
2. I had my glasses on, and since he was profiling me, the glasses no doubt gave me a more goody-goody look. I only wear them in class and when driving, and I rarely wear them when driving.
3. I had my seatbelt on.
4. I looked him right in the eyes and did not look afraid to be pulled over because I had an ounce sitting 6 inches to my right in the console.
5. I'm a lucky ass motherfucker.
6. The cop was looking for drugs, not speeders, and he did an awful profile job on me.
Truly a miracle in my eyes. It was like every little piece came together in that very moment.
And no I don't think it was the cop being nice, there is not a shadow of a doubt in my mind that dude would've pulled me over had he known what was sitting in my console.
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