I was riding around with a buddy smoking a blunt when we decided to buy another wrap. So I walked into a crowded gas station on Friday night and eventually made my way to the register to buy a cigar. Everyone in there was giving me strange looks, and the gas station attendant told me at first he would not sell me a cigar. I asked him why and he just ended up selling it to me anyway. As I turned around and walked out I looked down and saw my quarter of dank hanging halfway out my jacket pocket.....There were two security officers in the gas station....we got the fuck outta there hah.