“I was a flight attendant for delta back in the ’80s.
Once I noticed that a passenger had unusually shaped packages strapped to his chest. I told one of my fellow flight attendants, who correctly deduced that he was probably a drug mule.
We alerted the pilot, who contacted the DEA to be ready for when we landed.
After we landed, the gentleman seemed to realize that something was off. He bolted and locked himself into the plane’s bathroom.
The DEA came aboard, but after they busted into the bathroom, he was just sitting there with his pants around his ankles, acting as if nothing was wrong.
Here’s the kicker though, the DEA tested the contents of the plane’s waste tanks. They couldn’t find a trace of anything. No coke, no heroin, nothing.
Where did the drugs go?”