I was driving home from lab one evening when my phone rang. I normally don’t pick it up when driving, but I was expecting a call, so I answered:
Me: Hello?
Guy: This is Sergeant [Jones] of the SFPD, can I speak to Alan Marnett?
Me: (Quickly pulling car over and beginning to sweat) Speaking.
Sergeant: Mr. Marnett, SWAT just busted a house in south San Francisco. On the kitchen table was a mound of cocaine and credit cards with your name on them – can you explain this?