I couldn't see the Officer's eyes behind the reflective sunglasses, which I presumed was the point. Instead I saw my own face reflected where his eyes were.
But I tried to focus and plead my case. Tried to explain why I was speeding, swore to him that my wife was ill. However the cop must have been looking around the car, as he suddenly pulled out his baton and pointed at the bag of weed poking out of my jacket on the back seat. He wrote a ticket for speeding and for possession, and thus didn't check the trunk, thankfully.
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