Suitcase of survival
by William Earl
(Edmonton, Alberta, Canada)
I had a small survival kit in my car. It was missing many of the items listed on this page. I had recently plan to review the kit, but was interrupted with a different type of review.
My story took place in the city of Edmonton. I kept my survival kit in my car's glove box, in front of the passenger seat - it fit in there because it was lacking many things. Anyway, I was driving in a not-so-nice part of the city, and for some reason, or another, I was pulled over by the police.
I was not speeding or swerving and I had my seat-belt on, so I figured I was being pulled over for the random, young-man, crappy-car pull over. No big deal, dealt with them many times before.
So one police officer approached my drivers side window, which is already down. The other officer approached my passenger side. The officer on the passenger side was being sort of stealthy and snooping in through the back window with his flashlight, as a cop is expected to do. This took place while my attention was focused on the first officer to approach my car.
The officer at my drivers side window asked me a few simple questions and seemed to be satisfied that I was neither on drugs or alcohol, nor was I restricted from driving. However, he still required my license and registration.
Reaching to my glove box for my registration, I noticed the snoopy cop and flashed him a smile. I opened the box and grabbed the registration and handed it to the first officer. I switched back over and saw Mr. Snoopy flashing his light into my box.
To his surprise (or delight) he saw material, still slightly hidden, which appeared to be a baggy (a bag that would typically contain marijuana). He immediately tapped on the passenger window and waved his partner in crime over. I rolled down the window, as calm as a innocent man.
The cop leaned in, probably breaking his allowed jurisdiction at this time, as he had no reason (a bag corner is not reason) to enter my car, which his elbows and forehead had done.
I asked him if there was a problem, he quickly responded. "There could be, what's in the bag kid?"
I said, "survival gear (I don't want to joke with cops in this neighbourhood, so I was honest, apparently unbelievable), would you like to see it?"
He answered, "Survival gear, we're in the middle of Edmonton. Let me see the bag kid."
"Ok, here you go." I could have told him to shove it, and then when he got pissed and pulled me out and beat me and arrested me and checked the bag I could have sued him for all that legal junk. But that would be so much trouble for no reason. Possibly they are just doing their jobs and taught to be inherently snoopy jerks, sometimes.
So, like I said, "Here you go", I gave him the bag. You could see the compass and matches and space blanket, but instead of admitting his mistake, and acknowledging that I was telling the truth, he pulled it out, set it on the roof of my car and checked through it item by item.
I was told to stay in the car, so this did not end up being the opportunity I was looking for, where I could go through the bag, item by item myself, to check on what it was missing. Instead the police did that for me, taking about 10 long minutes, but they forgot to suggest any new items, unlike this informational website.
Rather, the cop gave the baggy back, half packed, and then stuck his other hand in with the other half of the stuff. They then told me, not asked me, to have a good night, and hopped back in their cruiser and were gone as fast as they came.
In the end, I did have marijuana in my car, so I guess I came out on top of that one. But this is also Canada, so pot is not life in prison here - but who needs the trouble with the law, which is what ridiculous drug laws bring, but another story for another day.
Also in the end, I was provided with the opportunity that i was looking for, to re-pack and re-vamp my survival baggy, which is what led me to this site.
I am proud to say that my baggy of partial continuance has now morphed into a full-on suitcase of survival, which stays in my trunk.
However, I am not certain that the change from small baggy in the glove box to full suitcase in the trunk will necessarily serve me better when dealing with the police.