Mason Jars of Pot

He knew the car was a bust. The broken tail light. Teenagers. Two AM. And he pulled out in front of him. Stupid. So they hit the lights.
See your license please?
The kid was jumping out of his skin.
This is your credit card.
Oh...here.
Jim took the license and ran it. No priors. But there was pot in these parts. He knew it.
We'd like to search the car.
The highschooler stared at him.
We have probably cause you have been out after curfew.
That got them. He went through the van reeking of cigarettes.
Can you open the trunk?
Bingo. The backpack. Jim unzipped the top and felt the mason jar. He pulled out the jar full of pot.
This yours?
The high school kid mumbled and nodded.
Wait here.
The call to the parents. The kid going home in moms care with two tickets. Jim dropped off the pot at the end of the night. Juvenile. Misdemeanor. His wife was up when he went in the bedroom.
What?
She stared at him and got up and came back from the bathroom.
He stared at the mason jar of pot.
Where do you think he got this?
I don't know.
Jim took the jar from her and promised to talk to Jim Jr. when he got off his shift at McDonalds.

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