My boyfriend was currently in the robbery business. He hired both me and a friend of mine to help him steal some weed from a local office block. For some reason, we agreed.
We split up and headed for different offices. Three particular workers were well known weed smokers, and I found a stash in a drawer easily enough. I grabbed a few pinches because it was loose in the drawer, and stuffed it into a piece of paper. I closed the drawer, and snuck back out again unnoticed.
Unfortunately, we forgot to take into account the fact that we all had lessons in this office building. My boyfriend and friend had gone ahead of me, and had already found their weed, so they didn’t know if I’d succeeded in my task. I sat opposite them on the square table, and they looked at me questioningly. The woman teaching us happened to be the weed smoker I’d stolen from. And she was suspicious.
Especially when my friend held up a container well-known for weed usage to show me he had been successful. I shook my head in alarm. How stupid could he be?! People would know!
The woman saw me fiddling around with my bag, and asked me what was in there. Proudly, I pulled out a plasticine model of a lake. Little did she know that her weed was concealed inside. I was pretty impressed with my handiwork.
I think she just decided I was weird and left it at that.
I’d like to take this opportunity to point out I don’t even smoke cigarettes, let alone weed… and I don’t steal from offices… especially ones I visit regularly.
But apparently I do in my dreams.