
Originally Posted by
Edmontonian
On Friday of first weekend we saw a couple guys walking out of the campsite with a lil mexican dude in handcuffs.. my friends asks if they are cops to which they reply 'no' and just keep walking..
Then the next day this guy who looks like a typical Sahara bro in shorts and a t-shirt walks up to me at my campsite this year and asks if I know where he can find any pills... I say no but to keep looking cuz the shit is 'around' lol I guess I gave him the impression I was cool with drugs or had a personal stash or whatever... So then I lock up the car (I was the last one still chillin at the site) and head over to the showers for an afternoon spritz, when I'm near the edge of the campsite I look to my right and see the same guy standing in the path looking around, I'm pretty friendly so I walk up to him and ask if he found what he was looking for, he says no so again I just say keep looking it's around lol.. I'm still ignorant at this point.
So I walk towards the showers but when I get to the main road I see there is a big line so I take a left and start following the road to where the sinks were so I could just have a beercan-shower instead. I then head back to my campsite... as I walk up I see the same dude step out of our campsite between the two cars. It instantly hits me, fuck this guy is undercover DEA or something, he thought I was suspicions so he followed me when I left the site and then when he saw me change directions he must have thought I was heading into the festival, so he headed back to our campsite to snoop around (I'm guessing you don't really need a search warrant to look through bags and/or a tent that somebody ostensibly left lying in a field somewhere...), hoping to find some drugs and confront me with them when I got back maybe? like tell us where you got the drugs or you'll be charged with possession sorta deal, hoping i'd lead them to some dealers. Fuck.
So I'm thinking I just HAVE to know for sure, so I walk up to the guy pretending to be all friendly and make chit chat, I ask him where he's from, he says Huntington Beach, I tell him I know some people from there actually and ask him what high school he went to... His eyes then did this thing where they shot from side to side real quickly and he stammers out some bullshit school name, and i just KNEW he was full of shit. So I then politely tell him 'right well I can appreciate that youre looking for your drugs and all and I don't have a problem with that, but I think it's really weird that I come back from the showers and find you IN my campsite' to which he stammers 'OH this is YOUR campsite? Oh I had no idea!' and now I'm COMPLETELY sure he's full of shit, like dude you were just here asking me if I could sell you drugs and we are driving a crazy space van thats impossible to miss, then I talked to you again ten minutes later... So I decided I needed to politely tell him to fuck off without making it too too obvious that I had 'made' him so I say 'Ya well just to be clear, I'd appreciate it if you could go look for your drugs somewhere else because YOURE NOT GOING TO FIND ANYTHING HERE. (I was hinting that I knew he was looking through our site) And there are definitely NO drug dealers staying here. So go look somewhere else please'. So he says cool and walks over to his friend who had been on lookout about 40 m away and they walk off together. No shit.
Best part of the story is, the next day when we're heading into the festival we walk around to use the general admission entrance rather than the campground entrance to avoid the big lines, and as we are rounding the corner where the road meets the walkway up to the gates (about 150 m from the gates still) I see the SAME FUCKING DUDE wearing a safety vest and sitting on one of those bikes with the lil trailers behind, posing as one of those guys who you pay to give you a ride out to your car or to transport shit for you. You know the guys. But instead of transporting shit he was just hanging out watching people walk in towards the gates. See, I figure after I politely 'made' him as an undercover, he got demoted to lookout duty - he was just chilling there watching for people who get within sight of the main gates, see that they are frisking people, and think 'Oh shit, I gotta hide my shit ASAP' and quickly start hiding shit (drugs and whatnot) in there underwear or socks or somehting, at which point he would bust em.
At this point i'm feeling rather cocky so I walk straight up to the guy and say 'Hey! did you ever find what you were looking for??' at first he tried to feign ignorance but I could tell he recognized me and eventually he says 'uh.. no, not yet' and as I walk away I say 'Well, you're still DEFINITELY not going to find anything in MY campsite!' just to make it abundantly clear that if he or his cop buddies went back to my site to search around some more, it would be a big waste of time.
The guy got the message and just started laughing.
fuck the police.