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Discussion => Off topic => Topic started by: edfredgeorge on June 18, 2011, 08:05 am
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So I made my first order from SR the other day. I haven't smoked in ages and was looking for just a bit to have a relaxing night with a mate. The day when I was expecting it I came home from work and turned into the car park/entrance way for the collection of buildings I live in and saw a couple of cop cars - my heart skips a beat but there's about 8 buildings in this place with about 16 flats in each, so rationality kicks in and I'm fine. Then I turn the corner to my building and there's like another 4 cop cars there. I start shitting myself at this point, rationality be damned, but what am I going to do, run away and never come home over a rather small amount of hash? At the entrance to my building there 3 cops and 1 forensic looking guy. I go up to them and ask if it's alright to come in - they ask what flat I'm in. I tell them and they say...that that's fine, they're dealing with something upstairs on the other side of the building. So I feel a huge wave of relief but hopefully keep it from showing on my face and say thanks and walk by.
I then remember that the delivery is probably in my post box, which is just behind one of the cops, so I turn around and say "Excuse me, can I just check my mail?" He says sure and moves, I retrieve the goods and get back to my flat and try to relax for a while to stop my heart feeling like I've just ran a marathon, wishing I could smoke the stuff to chill but knowing the police are almost right outside and probably wouldn't let that go
tl;dr - thought I was busted, I wasn't.
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You collected a piece of mail that you knew contained dope right in front of a cop. Wow that takes balls!
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Jesus christ if that happened to me I'd shit myself. I could only imagine how you felt when you saw them all there.
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You collected a piece of mail that you knew contained dope right in front of a cop. Wow that takes balls!
Well, once I knew they weren't there for me, I knew they weren't going check what was in my mail. And I assumed that the sender didn't write "DRUGS!!!" all over the envelope.
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They wouldn't be out in the open like that if they had a problem with you, but I know the feeling :-X Walking past 5 cops candy flipping, exhilarating ;)
From what I remember USPS has to do a controlled delivery. (Anyone who uses fedex/ups aint worth buying from.) If they believe it may hold illegal contraband its put in a different pile, certain things flag this. Anything but USPS can be open freely, but they get a warrant based on probable cause, then replace whatever substance is in the package with 97% filler. They have someone deliver the package, then they wait 20-30(Sometimes longer) minutes before raiding to make sure you have opened the package. Also if you leave with the package you are stopped. Let me see if I can find the profiling guide from the feds.
All I know is if I didn't sign up for confirmed sig delivery, I ready plan B. If anyone has anything to fill in, please do :)
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This happened a long time ago, about a year after the attacks:
I was a really stupid pothead who couldn't survive a day without a toke. So when I had to travel for a few days I figured in all my stoner wisdom that I would bring a couple of joints with me. I wrapped two medium-sized in saran wrap, sprayed it with Fantastic, then wrapped it again, sprayed, then a third wrap.
Right before I got to the airport, I put the whole thing in my underwear right under my balls, made sure there were no dogs around, double-checked that I had no metallic things on me, and hoped for the best as I crossed the checkpoint. Sure enough, I was singled out for a pat down. I stepped over to the area, lifted my arms, spread my legs, and prayed.
As the TSA dude was patting me down, I COULD FEEL THE GODDAMNED THING FALLING OUT OF MY UNDERWEAR AND DOWN MY PANTS! The balled-up joints finally dropped all the way onto the floor just when the dude decided that I was all clear! In that moment of horror, my (hare) brain just went into auto-pilot and instead of just walking the hell away, I ended kicking the whole thing around for about 20 feet to the closest bathroom, where I finally picked it up and had the piss of my life.
To this day, I have no idea how the officer didn't notice it. I count that experience as God giving me a break on one of my stupidest decisions. I have never flown with drugs on me since.
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This happened a long time ago, about a year after the attacks:
I was a really stupid pothead who couldn't survive a day without a toke. So when I had to travel for a few days I figured in all my stoner wisdom that I would bring a couple of joints with me. I wrapped two medium-sized in saran wrap, sprayed it with Fantastic, then wrapped it again, sprayed, then a third wrap.
Right before I got to the airport, I put the whole thing in my underwear right under my balls, made sure there were no dogs around, double-checked that I had no metallic things on me, and hoped for the best as I crossed the checkpoint. Sure enough, I was singled out for a pat down. I stepped over to the area, lifted my arms, spread my legs, and prayed.
As the TSA dude was patting me down, I COULD FEEL THE GODDAMNED THING FALLING OUT OF MY UNDERWEAR AND DOWN MY PANTS! The balled-up joints finally dropped all the way onto the floor just when the dude decided that I was all clear! In that moment of horror, my (hare) brain just went into auto-pilot and instead of just walking the hell away, I ended kicking the whole thing around for about 20 feet to the closest bathroom, where I finally picked it up and had the piss of my life.
To this day, I have no idea how the officer didn't notice it. I count that experience as God giving me a break on one of my stupidest decisions. I have never flown with drugs on me since.
That's priceless.
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Apparently the police were there because a guy died from a drugs overdose, which is ironic
I thought this building was a bit nicer than that...
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who makes the wheelbarrow.... the one you use to cart around those HUGE BALLS?
at least you were not stoned at the time, imagine the paranoia you would have had to endure?
:P
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"Excuse me, can I just check my mail?"
LIKE A BOSS!!!
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reminds me of an American Psycho moment
American Beauty too...
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Enjoy that hash, it has that wonderful relief energy now.
Wow,
DigitalAlch