A Meeting of Magicians
Selling sealed Magic: The Gathering boxes. Get a response, arrange to meet at a Starbucks open twenty-four hours. Arrive at Starbucks. See that there is conveniently an ATM on the same block. Grab a coffee and wait. There’s a trio of police cars out front, also drinking coffee and talking. Guy shows up. Checks in with me. Walks down to ATM. Comes back with a stack of cash. We walk to my car.
He hands me cash. I hand him boxes. We both promptly get detained by said police, who are absolutely convinced that this is some sort of complicated drug trafficking. Repeatedly demand to search both vehicles, which my new friend is adamantly against (and this being San Francisco, not too surprising). They open the booster boxes. Open some of the packs. Call for backup.
The backup that shows up, completely randomly, is a regular MTG player. Spends ten minutes convincing other officers that this is not, in fact, a complex drug deal.