So a couple years ago. I believe it was about 1981 I was in high school working as a busboy at a kind of fancy restaurant in San Diego. Never had any spare cash because it mostly went for weed. A waiter at the restaurant had told me he was growing weed (Hawaiian) and mailing it to Alaska where he would get about 3500 a pound. He mentioned that he had a bunch of leaf and small buds he'd sell me for $20 a full ziplock bag. So I bought 6 bags stuffed full of pretty shitty weed. Back in those days, 6 ounces was pretty much prison time. So in my busboy uniform, dress pants and white shirt, I put the bags inside the shirt. Get on my unregistered motorcycle and start driving home. On the freeway I get pulled over. Having several previous tickets for the unregistered motorcycle and not showing up in court for any of them, I had about 5 bench warrants. Also a suspended license from those. Cop runs my license and comes back and says, you know you have 5 warrants? Trying to think real fast with bags of weed puffing out of my shirt I said, oh yes, I'm aware, and I was at the courthouse yesterday trying to take care of it. (a lie) They gave me a new court date for (watever date I thought up in the near future). Cop says, oh, OK, well you have a new ticket to add. Gives me the ticket and I ride off. Things have drastically changed and I'm sure they're quite a bit less informal now.