alright... i'm starting to think this is just karma from when i got fucked over by a cop last july... now on top of this airport mystery, last night me and a friend were sitting in the back of a parking lot, hes in the passenger seat rolling the blunt and i'm just sittin in the driver seat waiting anxiously. then i look over my shoulder, and a cop is about 5 feet away and coming towards our car going like 1 mph. he gets behind my car, stops, turns the spotlight on and aims it in my car. at this point i'm liek oh fuck oh fuck and my friend puts everything under the seat. the cop just sits there with his light on me for like 10 seconds so i was like "wtf mate?" and i get outta the car and just stand there waiting for him to get outta his car. he gets out and tells me to get in and open my window. (By the way, this is on a TUESDAY night when cops usually aren't even out, much less trying to "fight crime") so he asks what i'm doing. I told him i was waitin for my friend to get off work. so he gets all snooty asking why i parked in the back...I didn't have an excuse really, but somehow we got off the subject and the next thing I know he's telling me to have a good night and he walks away. talk about a fucking heart attack. anyways, to give the story an even better ending, when my friend got off work we went to his hot tub and got high as fuck off that chronic blunt :D