I was on my way home from work on Saturday morning. I work the night shift at the prison. I wasn’t in a very good mood, because a couple of guys tried to escape the previous night and we had to put the whole building in a lockdown. There were several fights that broke out in the evenings during the lockdown and 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 and I purchased a pre-rolled marijuana cigarette. As soon as I got back to the car, I opened up the package and 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 and traveled three quarters of a mile to the interstate. Right before the interstate was where the cop decided to pull me over. I don’t know why he decided to stop my car that morning. I wasn’t speeding and there were no traffic signals for me to disobey. It felt extremely random or totally subjective. The police officer immediately smelled marijuana in the car and accused me of getting high. I tried to explain my position to the Seattle police officer, but he did not believe 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 guy pulled me over, but he still gave me a ticket for driving under the influence of marijuana.