Before I start, I am not sure why, but my last thread got deleted..So I will try again.
I just had a controlled delivery the Friday the 11th of this month, and I am finally bailed out 3 days later.
My package was delivered to the post office and I received a call from USPS to come pick it up..No notifacation slip, just a random USPS call.
I go to the Post office, and tell them I got a call from here and I was to pick up a package I was expecting. But then I was asked for my tracking number and ID or he would not be able to hand it over.
I found not just the phone call strange, but also that I had to provide tracking number along with ID, which I never had to do before.
Well, I said fuck it and gave them the tracking number and the package was handed over.
Great, I got my package now I'm out......
Except, right when I walk out the post office doors, and I mean right when I stepped foot out of the post office doors...It seemed like out of nowhere 8, and yes 8!, LE agents with huge ass rifles telling me to"Get on the fucking ground, now!"
I dropped the package and got on the ground and was booked on.
Only reason I am posting this is because at this point, I have no deniability anymore anyways as I gave them the tracking number and said I had a package waiting for me when I picked it up.
One good thing tho is, I only got charged with felony possession of marijuana...Not that it's not bad, but I thought I was going to get more charges.
Also, this is not "role playing", just thought Id share my eventful weekend.....
Why do I feel like you had lotion and were grunting as you typed this.