It was freshman year at college right after all the finals were over. I was smoking in my room with two buds from down the hall. Our CA had been a real d-bag about the quiet hours durring finals and the week before, so we were happy to blast the smoking playlist durring this session. Right after we cashed out the last bowl someone bangs on the door loud as fuck and shouts "Ames police, open the door now!". We all had the same look of terror on our faces but we were to afraid to do anything so we just sat there for a second thinking about how fucked we were. After a minute of sitting in forzen fear, I decided that the best bet was just to pretend we werent there (with the music still blasting) and wait it out. So I moved the towel we had under the door, took all the smoking songs off the playlist, and sat down again. For about 15 min the cop was out there saying things like "Let me know when you're done with the last hit." and "You are making this much worse by refusing to cooperate Mr.*!". Then he got the dorm hall director to come up and tell us that she was going to open the door. She said this three times but she never did. 10 min after this we stoped hearing them and sent out some text messages to have friends check the hallway. They had given up and left! Although the dorm hall director could have actually opened the door on us, doing so without my consent would prevent anything they found from being used in court.