Checked my mail and found a padded envelope about the size of my usual personal-use DNM orders the other day, which would be the earliest day that my order would be expected to arrive. But the thing was is that I never receive tracked mail in my mailbox like that, it always gets checked in and held at the front office and they notify me that I have a package waiting for me, even if it's small enough to fit into my mail box, it's just what they do. But I don't recognize the return address, some company I've never heard of, label is printed and not handwritten; stealth is good, you wouldn't suspect a thing about this package if you didn't know.
So cue me walking back to my apartment, looking around for anything suspicious just in case this was a CD. Get inside, chuck the package on my coffee table and go do some stuff for an hour without opening it, so I maintain plausible deniability, just in case. Then I get my scale ready to make sure it's on-weight, get my bong so I can smoke it cause I'm excited tbh.
Well I opened it and it was my fucking eyeliner I ordered two weeks ago, the tracking never updated. I feel fucking dumb.
But I guess that's a testament to the stealth abilities of the weed vendors I've purchased from in the past, where I can't tell the difference between a DNM pack and an eyeliner pencil.