I can go ya one better than that. The local courthouse, being in one of the “big” counties around here, has decent security. All non-lawyers or non-court staff entering the building go through medical detectors/bags are examined, etc. On Grand Jury Day, there’s often a long line of friends/relatives of newly indicted defendants waiting to go through security for the bond hearing/arraignments. This system has been in place now for at least 7 years, so it should come as no surprise to anyone…yet the two deputies on door duty arrest several people per month that have pot or other drugs on them as they go through security. Happens mostly to women, with the contraband in their purses, but guys get caught too.
Remember, kids: Only users lose drugs.
No, he was so late and so disrespectful and his case was so bullshit that my boyfriend would have won, pot or no pot.
Aha! UHC is already undermining our courts!
“You’re under arrest, pal, our medical detector shows that you don’t have any insurance!”
I remember when I was in my early 20’s I had taken a quarter bag with me to Kings Island outside of Cincinnati. I went with a group of about 20 people, mostly restaurant co-workers, and I fired up a fattie on the Safari train, as we had the entire train car to ourselves.
Needless to say, the boarding passengers at the stop where we exited were greeted with a nice aroma!
Later, on the rollercoaster called the Racer, the bag must have fallen out of my pocket during the ride, along with an engraved Zippo my girlfriend at the time had given me.
Stupidly, I went to the security window when we were exiting the park so I could ask for my Zippo back, as I cared more about it than the bag of weed (at this point I wasn’t exactly sure where I lost the weed, I was just checking with “lost and found” to see if my lighter had turned up).
The lady at the window was like “Yea, hold on a second, security wants to speak with you because there were…other things…found with your lighter. Wait here.”
Needless to say, I didn’t wait.
Death Panels all over again…
I work in a casino. We’ve found both a n 8-ball of Meth, and on a separate occasion, someone left their crack pipe in the women’s restroom.
When I worked at a Sam Goody, twice I had kids give me their stash when they got busted for shoplifting (to prevent adding on a drug charge). And once we took a kid to the back and later found the baggy he’d tossed under a display on the way. Total win/win for the staff, since we were just slacker retail workers who loved busting shoplifters and smoking out after work.
One of my in-laws could not keep pot in her house because her cat would find it, eat, and trash the joint. Possibly he did the steps in a different order. He would have done well as an airport drug detector as long as no-one minded him going through the sides of the luggage.
I went to court ages ago for weed charges. One of my co-accused sat with me in the dock with a big bag of stinking-fresh weed in his coat, which he refused to leave in the car. It wasn’t too long after that that I stopped associating with him. Moron.
People don’t realize that those x-ray machines can detect pot in a purse. Actually, specifically they can detect organic matter, but most people aren’t in the habit of carrying around any other kind of organic matter in baggie in their purse.
While working as a probation officer, I had a guy drop a bag of cocaine on the floor. In the bathroom where he was taking a urine screen.
Last week, I was working a shift at the juvenile detention center, doing morning preliminary hearings. Our social worker came in a little late, and told us that the security guards at the metal detectors had been giggling about a kid trying to get in with a baggie of weed. Apparently he started going through security, emptying change and keys and his cell phone out of his pockets, when he got a funny look on his face and went outside and put something in the ashtray, then came back in and went through the metal detectors. After he got through, one of the security guards went outside and found the baggie (probably about an eighth at best) sitting in the ashtray. Dumbass didn’t realize that had he just kept it in his pocket and walked through the metal detectors, nobody would ever have known.
I’m about 85% sure that one of those guys took it home and smoked it. They didn’t bother getting charges filed on the kid, even though the juvenile prosecutor’s intake desk was about ten steps away from the metal detectors.
I don’t get it - why take your pot with you? When I bought pot, it came home with me in a zipped inside pocket of my coat, and once it was at home, it stayed there. If I wanted to smoke up at a concert, I rolled a J at home, slipped it into a pack of cigarettes, and took that with me. I wasn’t going to risk losing my whole stash!
Well, I am - often a turkey sandwich.