The following describes a comical encounter with a loud knocker and me flushing my stash because I'm a paranoid person.
A few weeks ago I was home browsing the DNM placing an order for some MDMA to restock my personal supply. After ordering I always get anxious which then turns into a paranoid state of me running through my checklist of tasks to make sure I did everything correctly. I confirm with my paranoid state that I'm good to go so I can relax.
It's a couple days after ordering and I'm really starting to get anxious - my package wtf where is it?!? I know, it's been two days need so I need to chill when I hear BANG BANG BANG at my door. My heart jumps up to my throat and starts pounding so hard I'm confident my neighbor can hear the thuds. I sit there in silence and then more bangs come from the door. I think to myself "They know I'm home." I get up and peek through the peekhole and I see white male, white shirt, black hat facing down. My immediate thought is CD. "FUCK, ok I got this. Just open the door and deny everything. EVERYTHING. But first let's flush everything I have." I rush to my left over stash and without second guessing I flush about half a gram.
I race back to the door and peek once again. No one is there. I'm puzzled and think they're getting a dog or something. So I half open the door and stick my head out to see the guy at my neighbors door too. I ask him "Were you just knocking on my door?" The guy turns around and I can see it's a solicitor. My heart settles and I become flushed with anger. "I inform the gentlemen that he has an alarming knock" and that he should "try some alternating patterns." He then attempts to sell me a discounted cable package which all I could think of is "I just flushed half a gram and this fucker has the nerve to try to sell me cable for a dollar a month."
Two days later my new package arrives :)
You told him he had an alarming knock? Not sure why, but I find that hilarious.