He walked in right past the uniformed cop and did the funniest double take I have ever seen.

This is a totally true story about how what could have been the worst night of my life turned into one of the most hilarious.

OK, so the FSU football team was playing away that night, and some friends and I got together in an apartment to watch the game. This particular apartment was on the ground floor, and one of my friends present lived in the apartment directly above. 

Well, anyway, we had decided to go in together and buy half an ounce of primo weed, smoke during the game and split the rest afterwards to bring home. Dan (the guy who lived in the downstairs apt we were in) had this glass coffee table so we spread the weed out on it and began carding out the seeds and stems. We were also smoking a bowl while we did this. Marty, the guy who had the upstairs apartment, suddenly remembers that he has a case of Mountain Dew upstairs. Being stoned, we all fixated on it and begged him to go get it. So he left. A few minutes later there is a knock on the door, and we just KNEW it was Marty and called out "come in!"

In walks a police officer.

OK, now we are all very stoned, trying to comprehend the serious of the situation but not really able to. Meanwhile, the cop looks at the weed-covered table, looks over his shoulder, pulls the door shut, and says "What the hell are you doing?" It turns out the next apartment had called the cops because the girl's boyfriend was drunk and hitting her, and the cop wanted to know if we had heard anything and so walked into our tribute to mary jane.

So anyway, the cop lectures us about how much trouble we could get in, and he leans down, picks up a big fat clump of bud and tucks it into his pocket and tells us that we were lucky it was him but wouldn't be so lucky twice. So anyway, we are all SO relieved, but just then Marty returns with his case of Mountain Dew. He walks in without knocking, walks RIGHT PAST this tall uniformed cop, says "hey, man" to him and walks toward the couch. Then comes the funniest "double take" sort of realization I have ever seen. Suddenly Marty stops, gives a terrified look back at the cop, drops the case of Mountain Dew (which splits and cans roll everywhere), runs down the hall, into the bedroom, and jumps out the window. 

I remember the cop was laughing so hard with us that he literally had tears running down his face and doubled over. I personally was laughing so hard that my cheeks hurt and I am surprised my bladder functions weren't compromised.

Anyway, this is my story of the drug bust that wasn't, and a cop who was cool as hell.