I was smuggling a pound back from Grenada in the 80s, concealed inside an MRE bag (Meal, Ready-To-Eat). MRE's were still the fairly new replacement for good ol' C-Rations, and not everyone had seen them. I was also carrying a real MRE, which I planned to eat right in front of everyone on the plane, to draw attention away from the other (pound of pot) MRE bag.

Well, we stopped in Puerto Rico for refueling, and it was gonna take an hour, so I went inside the customs building there. A customs inspector saw that I had two MREs, and asked me for one, just to try one out, see how they tasted compared to C-Rations. I handed him an MRE, being a generous guy.

But then I thought, hmm, which pocket did I have the pound of pot in again, left or right? I couldn't remember! That meant I didn't know if I'd just handed the customs inspector a pound of pot, or not. I surreptitiously felt the MRE bag in my other pants pocket and could tell it was the real one. Which meant that I *had* just handed the customs inspector a pound of pot.

Trying to disguise the fact that my heart was suddenly racing at about 200 beats per minute, I calmly asked the inspector if I could have that MRE back, and he take this one, as I preferred the flavor of the one I had originally given him. Seeing as it was a gift and cost him nothing, he could hardly refuse, and handed me back my pound of pot.

And I ran back to the plane and got the fuck outta Dodge. Lol!
jamstigator Reviewed by jamstigator on . Closest call with the law? What's the closest you've come to being busted (if you haven't ever been busted)? My closest brush with the law was a few years ago. Me and two friends of mine had just got hooked up, and since I was still living with my rents at this time, we were trying to think of somewhere safe that we could go and smoke in peace without any trouble. Well, I don't remember who brought it up but one of us suggested we go sit in the church parking lot. It was evening, not late at night or anything, so Rating: 5