This was in 1999, give or take a year. My girlfriend's dad had gone out of town, so I ordered mushrooms to his house. I was paying $400 a pound for high-grade cubensis, packaged like wedding presents wrapped in individual boxes. This girl was solid.
So it was fourteen or fifteen pounds, we paid extra for Saturday delivery. They didn't show up on Saturday. Sunday morning, we get a call, the caller ID says US GOVERNMENT. We let the machine get it, and a friendly voice came on and said "This is the post office, we have a package for you, etc." We looked at each other and I said, "We gotta go." So we drove down there, it was in a very strange neighborhood we'd never even seen. So we pull up in her dad's minivan, and she gets out and goes inside. (I had put them in her name, which, in hindsight, I can see how some people might think that was morally ambiguous.) So she goes inside, and after ten minutes or so she comes out carrying an enormous box, followed by a post office employee with a similar-sized box. They put the boxes in the car and we drive away. True story, she's still around, she doesn't exactly answer my emails but she can verify.
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