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<blockquote data-quote="Tal-Shar" data-source="post: 130164" data-attributes="member: 7815">So here I am.Sitting in my living room, chilling out after a hard day.&nbsp; Just got done playing some HL2, and was relaxing in a kind way.&nbsp; 420 had come and gone, but at my place it was still 420.&nbsp; Large glass contraption sitting on the living room table.&nbsp; My fiancee on her computer, everythings cool.&nbsp; So there&#039;s a knock at the door.My buddy&#039;s coming over.&nbsp; We&#039;re gonna go out and play poker.&nbsp; So I swing over to the door, and start to unlock it.&nbsp; But then that little bit of paranoia kicks in, so I look thru the eyehole.&nbsp; Noone there.&nbsp; &quot;Hello?&quot;, I inquire.And then the cop steps into view.&nbsp; &quot;Mr X?&quot;&nbsp; Only X was my last name and I&#039;m about to lose it.&nbsp; &quot;Uhhh, just a minute&quot;.&nbsp; So I scramble around, putting stuff away.&nbsp; &quot;Just a second, I&#039;m putting on my jeans&quot; I cleverly speak at the door, which I envision being busted down at any moment.&nbsp; I tell my fiancee what&#039;s up, and she heads into the back of the apt.So i put on my coat, step outside, and prepare to deal with the situation.&nbsp; The cop in question had actually started walking away at this point.&nbsp; &quot;Mr. X?&quot;, he asks?Uhhhh yeah.I&#039;ve been sent out to bring you this.&nbsp; Its a grand jury summons.huh?They want you to be a juror.uhhhh thanksWalk back inside.&nbsp; Sit down.&nbsp; Tell my fiancee what just happened.Ten minutes later, my buddy knocks at the door.&nbsp; I look thru the peephole before touching the locks, and pack a few rounds to calm me down.Whew.-Tal Shar</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Tal-Shar, post: 130164, member: 7815"] So here I am. Sitting in my living room, chilling out after a hard day. Just got done playing some HL2, and was relaxing in a kind way. 420 had come and gone, but at my place it was still 420. Large glass contraption sitting on the living room table. My fiancee on her computer, everythings cool. So there's a knock at the door. My buddy's coming over. We're gonna go out and play poker. So I swing over to the door, and start to unlock it. But then that little bit of paranoia kicks in, so I look thru the eyehole. Noone there. "Hello?", I inquire. And then the cop steps into view. "Mr X?" Only X was my last name and I'm about to lose it. "Uhhh, just a minute". So I scramble around, putting stuff away. "Just a second, I'm putting on my jeans" I cleverly speak at the door, which I envision being busted down at any moment. I tell my fiancee what's up, and she heads into the back of the apt. So i put on my coat, step outside, and prepare to deal with the situation. The cop in question had actually started walking away at this point. "Mr. X?", he asks? Uhhhh yeah. I've been sent out to bring you this. Its a grand jury summons. huh? They want you to be a juror. uhhhh thanks Walk back inside. Sit down. Tell my fiancee what just happened. Ten minutes later, my buddy knocks at the door. I look thru the peephole before touching the locks, and pack a few rounds to calm me down. Whew. -Tal Shar [/QUOTE]

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