Saw two cop cars up ahead in the darkness on either side of the road, lights flashing. I was going to pass by them but a cop standing out on the road blinked his flashlight at me. I started to slow down, then he waved his flashlight as though motioning to go on, so I sped back up. As I passed him he yelled “Hey, whoa! Shithead!” So I immediately stopped. He sidled up to my window.
“You been smokin’ any marijuana tonight, son?” he asked, holding out his hand.
“No, sir,” I replied, handing him my license.
“You workin’ anywhere?”
“No, sir.”
“What’s wrong with you, son, roll your window down!”
I rolled down my window. “Yes sir,” I said.
“Could you lean your head back for me?”
I did so, and he shined his floodlamp strength flashlight up my nose.
“Looks like you got some kinda powder up your nose.”
“Powder?” I stammered, incredulous. I thought for a moment. “You sure it’s not boogers?” I asked.
He snickered. Then he asked, “You been snortin’ any pills tonight?”
“No, sir,” I said.
He paused for a long moment, then finally handed my license back. “You have a nice night,” he said, waving me on.
And that was the end of it. Needless to say I’m a little paranoid about the whole affair. I swear, cops around here are like the Gestapo. Trying to trick me into giving myself away for something I hadn’t done. I’m surprised he didn’t ask me to step out of the vehicle.