Telling the police at this point would be pretty pointless if you ask me.
Oh yay I won “Guess the mystery drug!” do I get a prize!!!
NO! NO! NO! :eek: :eek: :smack:
Never, never, never call the police about anything, unless [ul]
[li]You are hurt.[/li][li]Somebody else is hurt.[/li][li]You or somebody else is about to be hurt.[/li][li]Somebody is messing with your stuff.[/li][li]Your neighbor is noisy, & won’t quiet down when you ask him.[/li][li]There is a need for a Police report, for Insurance purposes (car accident, burgulary, etc.)[/li][/ul]
If this is dope or explosives, a lazy/stupid/bigoted cop will try to stick you with the blame.
Cops are for emergencies, this is no emergency.
Just dump the stuff & forget about it.
A crumpled pack of cigarettes and some opium is winging it’s way to right now! Enjoy!
xgxlx, consider your head patted! 
Ilsa_Lund, I know you were joking, but, eeks, the thought of gangs gives me chills. Luckily, there aren’t any, that I know of, in this neighborhood. Maybe minor gang activity, but nothing I’ve ever heard of. I’ve certainly never felt unsafe in this area. There just be hookers about, and they’re fun to talk to.
Though it crossed my mind, I never seriously considered taking it to the police. There’d have to be a report and while I’m a law-abiding citizen, I have no desire to have my name on any kind of report linked with drugs. I’m with Bosda Di’Chi of Tricor, why chance it? The thought just seemed squicky to me.
It’s gone now, and I just chalk it up to interesting experience. I’d (obviously) never seen opium before, so it’s my personal story to tell if a conversation ever turns to opium dens. (“speaking of opium dens, did I ever tell you about the time I found some opium on the train platform?”)
Opium, wow. I had no idea that stuff was still around. Shows how out of the drug loop I am. It’s especially weird to think of in this neighborhood, which is mainly Middle Eastern and Hispanic. Asian too, but I suppose opium is a stereotype of Chinese, and there are more Korean and Japanese.
Thanks to you know who you are for the tip on how to get the chalky taste out of my mouth. A Mexican lunch of refried beans, chips, sour cream and salsa did the trick.
I have one addition to the story, but I have to correct a couple of things I said in my OP. I noticed after I posted but they didn’t seem important enough to correct out of the blue. Rather than just getting off the train, I was waiting for the train (I was going to see a movie), and, I shook the pack and knew there were some cigs still in it, but didn’t open it.
After I’d taken the pack and put it in my bag, I was standing there reading. This guy walks by me and over to the telephone. I wasn’t paying much attention because I was reading my book, but he was only there for a short time. As he walked by me again I suddenly remembered about the cigarette pack and I asked him “Did you leave a pack of cigarettes by the phone?” He gave me a weird look and shook his head. The train came then and I forgot about him. What if the pack was his though? Since I didn’t know about the opium of course, I just asked him because I would have given him his cigarettes back. Now I think that from his point of view, if they were his, he might have thought I was a narc or something.
I was talking to my husband (after I posted here) and remembered that guy. I have a sneaking suspicion the pack was his. My only worry is that if he lives in this neighborhood he might see me around. I’ve already got a cover story if I’m ever confronted though (“yeah, this guy picked up a pack of cigarettes and asked me if they were mine. I asked you because if they were, you could go try and catch him.”)
I’ll report back if that happens.
Thanks again!