Okay, here's a related story
>Be me
>Go sell bass and amp to friend
>Wrecked car a couple months prior, borrowing my father's
>Get there
>Friend gives me $240 in cash
>Chilling out
>Eating chips with salsa con queso
>Spill a bunch on myself
>Borrow shirt from him so I don't smell like fake cheese
>It's a dingy-ass wife-beater
>Driving back
>Going kinda fast because I want to get my shirt cleaned
>Get pulled over
>Cop sees 18-year-old who hasn't shaved in a few days wearing a wife-beater driving a nice car
>He asks me for my license
>Grab wallet
>A few $20's fall out
>Have to explain why I have a couple hundred dollars in cash on me
>He asks me to step out of the car
>"Sir, do you have any weapons on you?"
>"You mean other than my biceps?"
>Cop gets pissed
>"Sir, this is not a time to joke, turn around and lean against the car."
(cont.)
>He checks me for actual weapons
>Asks whose car I'm driving
>Say it's my father's
>He handcuffs me while he checks whose car it really is
>A bunch of people I know pass (I got pulled over at a busy intersection)
>They see me handcuffed, wearing a dirty wife-beater
>Cop gets back
>My story checks out
>Get let go with a warning for driving 6 mph over the speed limit