Exactly my thought! Next time stuff them down your pants, works like a charm.
I remember back in the day when I tooled around in a faded gold '72 Chevy Impala sporting a mustache, the cops would follow and/or stop me all the time. I was a high school teacher living in Florida. One amusing fellow even asked as he was letting me go, "Do you have any illegal drugs or firearms in the car sir?" He had pulled me over for a blown light on my tag. The only response I could come up with a was a good laugh.
"Sure buddy, pop the trunk, I've got 3 kilos of coke in the back and an oozy under my seat with your name on it."