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Important context: White male 20something, big expensive sedan, Early 2000s YMMV.
On the highway in the Deep South United States. Pulled over for speeding. Police wanted to search the car. I refused, they called in a K9.
I was pulled to the side of the road and sat down in the grass while we waited for the dog. Bunch of other officers started rolling up and just hanging out expecting what I can only imagine to be the biggest bust in a while.
The K9 got a hit and they searched the entire car. They found a glass pipe buried in an old cigar box in the back of the car in a book bag. The cops were absolutely and completely confused. “There has to be more, the dog woulda never hit on this if there wasn’t more.” The cops kept searching.
I wasn’t handcuffed or anything, someone was just watching me. A pipe was a misdemeanor where I’m from, but jail time/probation where I was stopped.
After an hour of searching they found nothing else and handed me my pipe and box and told me to throw it in the woods and to leave. Wasn’t worth the paperwork.
That's actually pretty chill, but the provided info in your OP does say a lot.
Sounds a lot like my experience. Was this Florida?
Nah one of the ones in between Texas and Georgia