I had the opposite happen when I moved into this apartment last July. I got busted at right after I turned 18 with half a joint in a cigarette pack. I wasn't stoned. There was no odor of weed in the car and no paraphernalia, nor other drugs in the car.
However, by my dress, I was a "freak", sort of a hippy with attitude, and got pulled over for the infamous having a license plate light out.
I got bailed out for 50 bucks. Paid a 250 fine, attended six weeks of drug education classes (ludicrous), and was told that if I didn't get in trouble for 1 year, my record would be expunged. It was. The bust never showed up. In later years, when the internet became a thing, I checked my own records, and the bust was not there.
When I applied for this apartment, that old pot bust from 1978 showed up on my record! As it turned out it was not a problem, because misdemeanor drug convictions will not keep you from renting here, and the property manager thought my reaction was hilarious. He said the idea of "me now" getting high was hilarious. I just told him, "Son, you couldn't have kept up with me in the seventies". Made all the deposits, signed the lease, got back to my friends' house and called my lawyer up north. Paid him 500 bucks to write a letter to the courts in the suburb I was busted in, and demand they again clear my record.
According to the letter I got, it's been cleared again, and when I checked last, it had been. I have a feeling that's something I'll have to keep track of for the rest of my life.
I'm still chafing a bit, better than a year later, about a guy in his 20s not being able to imagine me having had a wild youth.