Throughout the 1990s, my father used to drive a yellow cab in NYC. He shared the cab with another driver, working on an "every other day" basis. On the weekends, he frequently asked me to start the cab's engine and fill out his trip card, while he was having breakfast. One morning, while I was filling out the trip card, I found a small bag of marijuana on the floor, probably dropped by the other driver. At the time, I was in 7th grade and completely brainwashed by the "Just Say No" campaign. I immediately ran upstairs and showed the bag to my parents, who immediately flushed it down the toilet.
Let's suppose that neither my father nor I noticed the bag and my father ended up getting pulled over for a traffic violation (frequently happens to cab drivers). If the cops happened to find the bag, there isn't a snowball's chance in hell they'd believe my father. As Jackolantern stated, it's not uncommon for bad things to happen to good people.
Let's suppose that neither my father nor I noticed the bag and my father ended up getting pulled over for a traffic violation (frequently happens to cab drivers). If the cops happened to find the bag, there isn't a snowball's chance in hell they'd believe my father. As Jackolantern stated, it's not uncommon for bad things to happen to good people.