Either Your The Smartest Drug Dealer I Ever Met Or…

Many years ago I was in the middle of a very nasty Custody battle. My kids mother was unstable to start with, then she started taking drugs which made her go off the edge. while at work I stepped outside to smoke a cigarette. There was a Police Officer walking around my truck. I asked if I could help him. Officer replied that someone called in a report that a person was observed putting something on the truck then driving away. I knew immediately what was going on. My ex had previously vandalized my truck and my house. She left what she thought were drugs on my porch and under my rear bumper and under the gas flap. The woman who sold her the “Drugs” told me that the brown powder in the small plastic bags was Coco powder and the White powder was crushed drywall. They were portioned out so it would appear that I was selling them. The Marajuana was real, and I never found out what the white pills were. She told me this because they had a falling out shortly after they both got released from County Jail. She charged my ex $400. My Attorney advised me to carry copies of the Police Reports in case it happened again. There were so many I had them in a binder. I showed the Officer the previous reports, he advised me to go to nearest Sub Station and request a drug dog to check my truck. At the Sub Station I explained the situation and waited for the K-9 unit . Two ratty looking guys came and stood in front of my truck giving me a look like they hated me. I thought they were just guys who needed to be at the Station. The dog alerted at my rear bumper, they found Marajuana. The two guys looked happy, but still giving me dirty looks. I asked if I could help them. Both of them identified themselves as Police Officers working Narcotics. They were called for me. I explained again and showed them the binder. The shorter Officer didn’t believe me. The Officer said “ Either your the smartest Drug Dealer I ever met, or you got a crazy Bitch on your Ass” I asked why I would be the smartest Drug Dealer. He replied that if drugs were found in my truck I had already set up an excuse why they were there. I never thought of that. The taller Officer said “ He has a Crazy Bitch on his Ass”. I got Custody. submitted by /u/No_Expression6660 [link] [comments]

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