So about a week ago, there was a huge storm in this part of the world. So my boyfriend, neighbor and I holed up with a crock and an assortment of smoking implements. A few hours later, we're completely baked. The air in the apartment is... hazy. And the doorbell rings. Uh-oh. One of the few paranoias of our group is the doorbell. Those who hang regugularly know to just knock and try the knob. Most of the rest of our peers will just knock, leaving doorbells the realm of cops and parents. It was, luckily, the latter. Our neighbor goes outside to stall them. Boy and I scramble to find air spray, to cover the smell. We sort of fail. I have a wicked case of the giggles, so I just beeline for the bathroom, to hide out until they leave. They try to coax me out of the bathroom, but I claim i'm sick. I know i'm completely unconvincing. Even after they left, I stayed there for a good half an hour. I was so embarassed. I've not been smoking long, so this was the first time i'd had to deal with any sort of authority figure while high. I handled it so badly. THe next day, they took my neighbor shopping, and told him to tell me they won't tattle. But still... I've known these people for years, since long before I smoked... and now... I am just so embarassed! i never want to see them again! --- story two: Day before yesterday, boy and I go grocery shopping, after spending the afternoon smoking. Word of advice: never go buy food with the munchies. We came out with milk, bread, doughnuts, two kinds of ice cream, six kinds of brownie mix, and frozen pizzas. I'm pretty sure the cashier knew we were stoned. She tried to short me change twice. I should have gotten $10 back, but first she didn't give me any, then gave me a five. I was a bit pissed off.