posted on Nov, 21 2005 @ 10:13 PM
Throughout high school my friend was hooked on Diet Rite Cola.
Late one evening we were driving out of an industrial area on our way back to town.
At a large stoplight intersection we had the green and were turning right.
Cross traffic was stopped and consisted of a single vehicle, a squad car.
I looked over at my friend as he cranked the steering wheel with one hand
and was chugging a beer from the other.
The cop was staring right at us. Busted.
Open liquor in a motor vehicle, under aged possession and consumption of alcohol,
yadda, yadda, yadda.
In step with my friends diet cola addiction, an empty bottle or two were always at hand.
Reaching down to the passenger floor, I grabbed one as we were being pulled over.
"Give me your beer and put this (empty cola bottle) between your legs. Just act normal."
I put his beer and mine under my jacket.
The cop was on us in an instant, flash light in hand, shining it directly at the green glass bottle.
I saw the cop hesitate, only for a micro second, but he HESITATED.
In that flash of a moment he wavered, he faltered, he became uncertain, irresolute, and indecisive.
After a ten second "What are you guys doing around here" type Q&A to distract us from his own
self-perceived misidentification, he went back to his squad car and took off.
This is why the night after a sighting your paternalistic government shows you flares.