Here's the general background leading up to what happened. After doing multiple small orders (1-2 sheets of L) to my parents address, I figured I need to stop being a cunt and get a PO box. Got the PO box set up, sent a couple clearnet packs through, and then ordered my dmn stuff. I Had an order of 2500 tabs, 25 sheets coming in and was not worried, at all. After waiting monday-friday, I went friday night to get the pack.
Here's where things got extra fucking weird. My box is on the side of the building and I can't see the front door at all (and they cannot see me). I had gone with a friend and he was waiting in the car, making sure nothing shady was going on while I was inside. We were on the phone and I was just talking through those Apple earbud mic things. As I opened my box, saw the pack, grabbed it, and BOOOOOM.
"Dude, there's four or five cops walking in right now", said my friend.
Instantly I shit my pants, why the fuck are 4 uniformed officers walking in waaay past closing hours (this happened at nearly midnight).
I had really no idea what to do, the package was in my hands and a camera had seen me grab it out of my box. I figured if it's a CD there's no way of really getting out of it at this point.
So I decided to just walk straight out and hope for the best. Sure enough, the officers were walking directly towards me. Here's the part that is kind of funny but so damn fucked. I had known one of the officers pretty well.
"Hey 'my name', picking up your packages this late? Don't you have stuff to do in the morning?", said the officer.
I quickly made some stupid story how the post office was going to take my package if I never picked it up so I had to get it now. He believed it pretty well.
I don't know what sentence I had sitting on me if caught, probably a stupid fucking amount, and it was all I was thinking about. I had to hold a damn conversation with officers while having 25 sheets in my hands. Quickly ended the conversation, threw the box in my friends car and got the fuck out of there.
Worst part is that it does not end here. Next day I had gone to lunch with parents and WE SEE THE OFFICER AGAIN. He was having lunch with his family and he ran up to my family (really good friends). At this point I'm super uncomfortable, I had sold the sheets already but it was weird. He brought up how he had just seen me 12 hours ago (this is where I found out he was getting a pack when he was at the post office). Parents didn't really care about the whole thing, it was really just to top everything off.
Oh boy I cannot wait to order again
Good way of putting it. At least you were responsible enough to realize that's a shitty thing to do.