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The police officer in charge asked whose seat that particular one was, and I confessed it was mine. So the weed was mine?
No, of course it wasn’t.
Well, but it must be, if it is above your seat?!
Next I saw a humble old lady I recognized from one of the front seats discretely put some money in the officer’s hand and that was it. We were all, minus the marihuana of course, allowed to continue our travels. I saw one of the military guys arguing with the police officer when we drove off, but that was not of my concern.