I tried to explain my position to the Seattle police officer, but she did not guess anything that I had to say
I was on my way home from work on Wednesday day; I work the evening shift at the prison. I wasn’t in a genuinely great mood, because a couple of boys tried to escape the previous evening & all of us had to put the whole building in a lockdown, then there were several fights that broke out in the evenings during the lockdown & pretty much everyone was on edge because of the people that tried to escape. By the time I was finished with my chef, I was in desperate need of a marijuana joint. I stopped at a dispensary in Seattle & I bought a pre-rolled marijuana cigarette, as soon as I got back to the car, I opened up the package & lit the pre-rolled marijuana cigarette. I smoked the entire joint in the parking lot of the dispensary. I didn’t leave the parking lot until I was totally finished with the marijuana joint. I left the marijuana dispensary & traveled three quarters of a mile to the interstate, but right before the interstate was where the cop decided to pull myself and others over. I don’t guess why she decided to stop my automobile that day. I wasn’t speeding & there were no traffic signals for myself and others to disobey. It felt severely random or totally subjective. The police officer immediately smelled marijuana in the automobile & accused myself and others of getting high. I tried to explain my position to the Seattle police officer, but she did not guess anything that I had to say. I thought it was rude of the officer not to extend any professional courtesy for someone else in the law enforcement field. I wasn’t even smoking when the girl pulled myself and others over, but she still gave myself and others a ticket for driving under the influence of marijuana.