I got hit by this one on my way from Texas to Chicago on Amtrak.
I was hanging out in the smoking lounge, when the train came to a stop near Longview (which, incidentally, is where they brew Lone Star). When I went back to my seat, I found a DEA agent waiting for me.
He asked to check my baggage, and explained that I fit their profile of a drug dealer, since I had paid cash for my ticket, and boarded at the very last minute.
I didn't have any drugs, and he didn't seem to care about the case of Shiner Bock I was taking to my ex-patriot friends in Chicago, so the friendly narc thanked me and went about his business.
I was a little annoyed, but at least they waited for me to get back before they rifled through my belongings.
I guess the moral of this story is: if you're going to move drugs on the Amtrak line, pay with a card, and buy your ticket in advance.
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I got hit by this one on my way from Texas to Chicago on Amtrak.
I was hanging out in the smoking lounge, when the train came to a stop near Longview (which, incidentally, is where they brew Lone Star). When I went back to my seat, I found a DEA agent waiting for me.
He asked to check my baggage, and explained that I fit their profile of a drug dealer, since I had paid cash for my ticket, and boarded at the very last minute.
I didn't have any drugs, and he didn't seem to care about the case of Shiner Bock I was taking to my ex-patriot friends in Chicago, so the friendly narc thanked me and went about his business.
I was a little annoyed, but at least they waited for me to get back before they rifled through my belongings.
I guess the moral of this story is: if you're going to move drugs on the Amtrak line, pay with a card, and buy your ticket in advance.