Here is the story. I'll start the story with the ending. ALL IS WELL! But I'm still shaking. First, this is a throwaway and I won't be responding to comments (sorry!)
Last week I ordered far more than my usual knick-knack assortment and truthfully, from a new vendor. Bitcoin was up, I figured why not, right?
So today, someone rings by bell 3 hours before the normal mail arrives. Here are the facts:
I always put Ms. as my name so I know if it's my drugs.
It wasn't Ms. It was Mr. (I am a guy and I've had vendors change my name before)
A mail man is at the door, who I don't recognize asking for a signature. He is holding a pink slip AND other mail.
My paranoid mind starts racing. I take the pen and look at it and say "I don't remember ordering a package. Perhaps it's a gift?" (Plausible deniability if I'm being recorded).
He says he doesn't know.
I say "Can I open it first?" He says "No, you can refuse it." I say "Well I don't want to do that. I just think it's a bit strange. I've had people prank me before."
He says "I don't know.
I look around suspiciously and see (I bullshit you the fuck not) a cop car.
It as that moment my adrenaline spikes so fucking high that my senses kicked into over drive.
My memory just went totally insane and I remembered a package that I had ordered well over a month ago from India (a drug tapestry thing). It had come early (It was supposed to take 2 months). It felt like it, so I just assumed that was it.
So I signed it and I've been watching the cop car for 40 minutes. I opened the package and all I well. . .
But seriously, I was freaking the fuck out. I want my Molly bruh D:
You should just quit DNMs all together.