Something in My Pocket
I was the suspicious person with the BS excuse that was true to two lucky cops.
So it’s the holiday season a few years ago. I work at a coffee shop at the time and go to a co-worker’s New Years ugly sweater party. Have a few drinks until 10pm then switch to water. My one friend gets to talking to me about tea cause we work with coffee and tea – gives me a teabag in a plastic baggy. I put it in my pocket.
2am rolls around and I leave but I am tired. I want to get home and get to sleep, so I’m blasting music to keep me awake and probably going a little too fast but not drastically so.
Anyway the party lights kick on behind me and I pull over. We go through the questions. Where you coming from? Where you going? You been drinking? Doing anything else?
I blow clean on the breathalyzer. I walk the line fine. Balance on one leg. Then one of the cops pats me down and reaches my pocket.
Him: “Son. What do you have in your pocket?”
Me: “It’s tea, officer.”
Him, about as dubious as you can expect: “You expect me to believe you have tea in your pocket.”
Me: “My friend gave it to me.”
At this point his partner looks to be trying not to laugh at the absurdity of this situation.
He holds out his hand while I fumble around and withdraw the plastic baggy from my pants pocket, complete with the single serving of tea neatly labeled, and hand it to the suddenly bewildered officer.
Him: “Why in the world do you have tea in your pocket??”
Me: “I like tea, officer…”
I respond in probably the most matter of fact way possible. How partner finally gives up on restraining his laughter. The other cop gives me the tea back and tells me to go home and sleep. I never could bring myself to try that tea – I still have it in the same bag on my shelf. Story credit: Reddit / Korhal