I called the press line at DEA headquarters in Washington DC because…ehh long story. Meth, Chinese plants, gardening.

 And a sweet southern lady answered, on a Sunday afternoon! Who wouldn’t talk with me! So I asked her (politely, curiously) how come she was even there.
“We’re a 24 hour operation.”
“But if you can’t talk to me what are you doing there?”
“We’re here to assist…certain people.” 
“Is it a secret?”
“Yes.”
“Government secret?”
“Y…we….could you call back tomorrow?”
“Do you know anything about Ephedra sinica?”
“No.”
“Then I guess I’ll have to.”

If I’m on a government list now, I hope it’s under, “Hilarious.”