Pandora's trunk

I got pulled over for speeding this morning.

Not cool. But I suppose I should be glad, because I didn't get a ticket.

I'm definitely glad that he didn't search the trunk of my car. Don't get the wrong idea -- I'm not trafficking illegal substances or anything.

However, due to a unique set of circumstances, there is currently a large box of p0rnographic video tapes in my trunk. About 53!

You see, a buddy of mine is switching formats -- from VHS to DVD that is. And pending redistribution to various interested parties, I am the temporary keeper of his surprisingly large, though technologically inferior collection.

I guess you could say I'm the middleman in this deal. Although, now that I think of it, "middleman" is probably a screen credit on a lot of those movies. Eeek!

At any rate, ever since I've been hauling these things around, I've been a little worried that someone would see them. Not my friends necessarily. But my parents, or someone from work. Or worse yet, they'd spontaneously fall out of my trunk as I was dropping my niece and nephew off at school. They go to "church school" after all, and I highly doubt that anyone there would be very impressed to see the parking lot strew with p0rn!

But realistically, that wasn't likely to happen. Of course, getting pulled over by the police? Well, given the fact that I go through 8 stoplights each morning, and consistently leave the house late, well let's just say that it's a looming threat.

Can you imagine if the guy that pulled me over did look in my trunk? You've got the beginning of a p0rn plot right there! Or at least a pretty good letter.

Dear P#nthouse,
I never thought it would happen to me . . .