Since creating this thread, the girlfriend has been pulled over when a middleman we were going through at the time pulled some sheisty shit, drew attention to himself, and got the two of them pulled over. I was at work, unfortunately, when all this went down.
He tried beating us that night and got his comeuppance; he had my girlfriend park on the main strip while he walked around to the spot, the projects, to meet his guy. It was curious too because, according to my girlfriend, on the ride there he kept going on about his jacket and how much he liked his jacket, how his dad gave it to him and how much the jacket meant to him.
He came back to the car and was no longer wearing his jacket, the all-important jacket. He was winded, looked nervous, and he told my girlfriend to "just drive." Sure enough, a cop pulled up behind her and pulled them over. Fortunately, they were interested in our middleman and so approached his side of the car immediately, the passenger's side, and took him out of the car before he could try stashing anything under the seats or anything like that.
The cops questioned my girlfriend, and she simply told them that, well, she was giving a friend of her boyfriend's a ride as he has no car right now -- which was sort of the truth, really, just not all of the truth. They told my girlfriend to sit tight, then returned to the car and explained that they would be taking her friend (middleman) down to the station, as he was on probation and they found a quantity of crack on him.
The cops asked my girlfriend if they could search the car or bring in the K-9 unit and, having nothing on her, she agreed; well, they never ended up searching the car at all, apparently satisfied with her cooperation and the explanation she provided. (Just another naive, do-gooding white girl from the 'burbs mixed up in some bullshit...)
How do we know that this kid tried beating us? We wanted dope, not crack, and we quickly put two and two together; he wanted crack and, being broke, used our money to buy the crack, so he returned to the car winded and without his jacket to make it look like he got robbed. He was going to put on an act like, "oh, man, that was my favorite jacket! and I had the drugs in the pocket! oh, man! this sucks!"
But unfortunately for him, karma's a bitch, and karma can sometimes be quick, and so the police must have seen this hokey white kid walking around the projects, ditching his jacket some place, the jacket that meant nothing at all to him, I'm sure, and they knew what he was up to...
The best part is that, after processing, he called us later that night from the police station to ask us for a ride -- and we ignored all his calls, of course. He called us the next day to tell us all about how he had to call his mom for a ride, and how he took the charge for my girlfriend... yeah, right! We stopped taking that kids calls, and we never saw him again after that.
) and I've never been searched. (Well I have, by bouncers at clubs, but who hasn't).
