I was down in Van last year, probably around March, visiting a friend.
We decided to go downtown along hastings to find some nose candy. As neither of us partake in this activity regularly, we figured we'd be able to find some by talking to a few of the locals.
We turned right off Hastings (can't recall the street) and pulled over to talk to a very heinous looking SW. She gave us no specifics but told us to, "trust the Spanish."
It was about this time in my rear view mirror I saw a marked cruiser turn down the same street heading toward us. I immediatley pulled away from the curb and pulled out in front of him. We stopped at a stop sign, and proceeded to turn onto a very busy street (again, I don't know the name).
The officer turned right too, and caught up to us quickly. He pulled even with us, looked inside, fell back and turned on his lights. "Are those for us," my friend asked. They sure were.
I pulled over and the cop came up to my window and asked for my license and reg. He asked what were we doing down here.
My excuse was weak and he wasn't buying it, so he asked me to step out of my vehicle. He took me around back and started questioning me away from my friends.He just wanted me to admit we were cruising for SW's, which we weren't (I don't partake in those kind of Sp's). He threatened to give me some bogus tickets. Wanting to just get the ordeal over with and continue with our search, I finally caved and agreed to play his game.
This is where it gets funny.
I went back to my vehicle, and after a short time in his cruiser he returned with my license and reg. He told us the lady we were talking to probably had a $400 a day crack habit (no argument here). He continued to inform us that she charged $40 for her services. He asked us how many people she sees a day to feed her habit. 10 we replied.
He told us these women do not get days off either, so how many would that be in a year. 10 * 365 = 3650, to most people.
"3650," we answered.
"No," the scholar told us.
We recalculated, and sure enough, we came back to 3650 again. We informed him that our math was correct.
"No, it's 36,500," he replied.
We tried to correct him several times more but this guy wasn't going to listen. In his head, 10 * 365 = 36,500.
My friends wanted to argue some more with him, but seeing as it was my ass on the line, and I told them to shut up. He continued with some more lessons.
Apparently, according to one of Vancouver's finest, condoms only work 70% of the time. Can you imagine! Condom manufacturers would be out of business.
Anyways, we humored him, and he eventually let us drive off into the night.
We didn't find what we were looking for, I was to freaked to go back, but we ended up getting shitfaced and stoned.
The next night we found some really good E.
I guess the moral of the story is, don't take math lessons from the VPD.
We decided to go downtown along hastings to find some nose candy. As neither of us partake in this activity regularly, we figured we'd be able to find some by talking to a few of the locals.
We turned right off Hastings (can't recall the street) and pulled over to talk to a very heinous looking SW. She gave us no specifics but told us to, "trust the Spanish."
It was about this time in my rear view mirror I saw a marked cruiser turn down the same street heading toward us. I immediatley pulled away from the curb and pulled out in front of him. We stopped at a stop sign, and proceeded to turn onto a very busy street (again, I don't know the name).
The officer turned right too, and caught up to us quickly. He pulled even with us, looked inside, fell back and turned on his lights. "Are those for us," my friend asked. They sure were.
I pulled over and the cop came up to my window and asked for my license and reg. He asked what were we doing down here.
My excuse was weak and he wasn't buying it, so he asked me to step out of my vehicle. He took me around back and started questioning me away from my friends.He just wanted me to admit we were cruising for SW's, which we weren't (I don't partake in those kind of Sp's). He threatened to give me some bogus tickets. Wanting to just get the ordeal over with and continue with our search, I finally caved and agreed to play his game.
This is where it gets funny.
I went back to my vehicle, and after a short time in his cruiser he returned with my license and reg. He told us the lady we were talking to probably had a $400 a day crack habit (no argument here). He continued to inform us that she charged $40 for her services. He asked us how many people she sees a day to feed her habit. 10 we replied.
He told us these women do not get days off either, so how many would that be in a year. 10 * 365 = 3650, to most people.
"3650," we answered.
"No," the scholar told us.
We recalculated, and sure enough, we came back to 3650 again. We informed him that our math was correct.
"No, it's 36,500," he replied.
We tried to correct him several times more but this guy wasn't going to listen. In his head, 10 * 365 = 36,500.
My friends wanted to argue some more with him, but seeing as it was my ass on the line, and I told them to shut up. He continued with some more lessons.
Apparently, according to one of Vancouver's finest, condoms only work 70% of the time. Can you imagine! Condom manufacturers would be out of business.
Anyways, we humored him, and he eventually let us drive off into the night.
We didn't find what we were looking for, I was to freaked to go back, but we ended up getting shitfaced and stoned.
The next night we found some really good E.
I guess the moral of the story is, don't take math lessons from the VPD.
