In 1987 - during the height of 'Just Say No' - my girlfriend (later wife) and I toured the Capitol, went outside to a downpour, then got in a security line to go back inside so we could find some bathrooms and let the rain ease up. Security searched her purse (again) and found a roach in a cigarette celophane, and we got to tour parts of the Capitol we hadn't seen earlier. The way they reacted, you'd have thought she had a kilo. Meanwhile, I had a ounce of weed crotched, and was happy as hell there were no dogs about. Anyway, after visitng the police station and Capitol jail in the basement, they shipped her off to the DC jail downtown. I carried her purse on the subway - lots of looks - back to where we'd parked at a suburban train station. Found a parking ticket on the car, drove to our hotel and called a lawyer - still remember James Michael Bailey. I had to meet with him to pay, and after he heard the story, he charged me $50 and said what a bunch of BS it was. It took from about 2 that afternoon to maybe 2AM to get her out of jail the next morning. Then a year later, got mail from the DC jail saying if we didn't come back to claim her shoelaces and BIC lighter, they'd be trashed.

Good advice - he got everything dropped, no charges.