Got the fright of my life last night. A friend called to my apartment to send a file from my laptop. After he was done he left, it was around 11.30pm. After saying goodbye I locked my front door behind him. I went upstairs to get back to Modern Warfare 3 survival mode with my flatmate. I had only sat down for 2 minutes or less when the door bell rang. First thought to my mind was my friend left something behind him and he had come back for it. I opened the door and what was standing in front of me ? Three uniformed police...

At that point time stood still... I had flashes of all the things in my apartment which are illegal... I saw my tent in my sitting room with 7 cuttings in it, I saw my tent in my bedroom with a few ounces growing on in it, and I visualised a few other things I won't mention. Needless to say I got a fright. the cuttings in the sitting room are also beginning to smell a bit as there is no carbon scrubber on the tent. The cops were 15 feet away from my bloom room ! Way too close for comfort. Lucky I have a wicked carbon scrubber in there !

So there I was, standing at the door with copious amounts of weed inside and 3 uniformed police outside. What to do ? What do I say ? I settled for "Hey...".

I suddenly became very conscious of my facial expressions and even my breathing. I purposely slowed my breathing and put on a slightly confused expression on my face and my eyebrows slightly raised. I wondered if I was blushing... I told myself to keep eye contact... It will make you seem more trusting and honest... I was so glad that I didn't have a joint burning in the house ! If the smell it they have the power to come right into the flat without a warrant.

There was an uncomfortable silence and I realised that each police officer was looking at me with a strange expression on their faces. The silence was so protracted that I even had time to look at each police officer individually before a word was spoken.

I noticed an A4 padded envelope in the hand of the middle cop. I thought to myself that in there was a search warrant. Finally, after this weird staring contest one cop said something. He asked my if I was Akmed Abdulah or something like that. I am Caucasian so I then realised why they were looking at me so strangely. My complexion didn't match the name. At this point I began to laugh even though I could get a slight hint of the smell off the cuttings. Or maybe it was all in my head. One cop turned to the other two and said to them, "He doesn't quite look like a Akmed does he?". The others agreed, they apologised and left. RESULT ! I thought to myself... They obviously got the wrong apartment...

What are the odds ? I felt like that guy in the Quentin Tarentino film Reservoir Dogs, when the guy with the weed had to keep his cool in the toilet while 3 or 4 cops and a dog were in the toilet with him.

Not a nice experience with all that mature bud growing in my bedroom.... You can see the pictures in the link below

Maybe this can be seen as a desensitising exercise for the next time I see the cops at my door. I'll be even cooler then

Anyway, hope you liked reading about my little event.

Take care

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silent leprechaun Reviewed by silent leprechaun on . It's the police at my door ! Stay cool ! Try to stay cool ! Waaagghhhh ! Got the fright of my life last night. A friend called to my apartment to send a file from my laptop. After he was done he left, it was around 11.30pm. After saying goodbye I locked my front door behind him. I went upstairs to get back to Modern Warfare 3 survival mode with my flatmate. I had only sat down for 2 minutes or less when the door bell rang. First thought to my mind was my friend left something behind him and he had come back for it. I opened the door and what was standing in front of Rating: 5