We were on the way from Richmond, BC to Cultus Lake out in the valley to party at the campground with tons of other stoners one long May weekend around 1973-74. We scored an oz of nice honey oil to sell while there and finance all the beer required. The dealer didn't have nothing to put it in and his old lady offered up an empty panty hose container. Looked like a large egg that a brand called Leggs used to sell them in. Good enough so we paid the man and took off.
A few miles from the lake we got stopped by the cops and the four of us had to get out while they searched my VW bug. Cop pulls this egg out of the glove box, opens it up and asks me what this was. Figuring I was busted I replied, "Oil". He puts the lid on and shoves it back in the glove box. Off we fuck with a warning to drive a little slower and big smiles on our faces.
We had also dropped acid on the way there so after we got to the campground I started getting a little paranoid about that egg and my buddy and I hid it in the woods a little ways from the car. About 20 min later 3 cop cars show up, you had to register there so they knew where to find us, and dive right into my car. The same cop grabs me and yells, "Where's that damn egg!" I tell him I poured the oil in the engine and tossed the empty egg in the fire to get rid of it.
Guess he mentioned it to his buddies and one must have told him how stupid he was to think some hippy is keeping motor oil in a plastic egg in the glovebox and raced back to try and bust me.
Took us most of the night to find that damn egg after they left but the whole campground was laughing about that all weekend.