Myself and a friend of mine were tripping on about 450mg DXM each and were really stoned, and decided to go to a nearby mall.
we got hungry, went to mcdonalds and patiently waited in line.
my friend (let's call him M) opted to pay for me and i just asked for some fries and a coke. when it was our turn to order, he ended up spending about 14 dollars on shitty mcdonalds food for some reason.
and then, when the chirpy cashier kindly asks for $13.72 or whatever, my friend, non-chalantly, zips open his backpack and pulls out a case (for eyeglasses) that we both thought contained his cash.
M, shaking and without emotion, holds the eyeglasses case between himself and the McDonalds employee and pops it open, mumbling about the convenience of fast-food.
To our surprise, the eyeglasses case contained a good couple grams of nice, green, marijuana. My friend, still unaware, was about to pick out the nugs as currency, until I, probably a little more sober, grab the eyeglasses case, put it in his backpack, and took out his wallet from his backpack, a little ziplock pouch. The McDonalds employee patiently waited. My friend's hand was still in the same position.
Quickly, as if nothing was wrong, I handed my friend his wallet. Once again, he quickly opens it infront of the MCDonalds guy.
.
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You should have seen the look on the cashier's face.
Inside, what I thought was his "wallet", a purple, felt, zipper-toting pouch, was our methpipe.
"Oh dear..." I thought. My friend still had no idea what was wrong.
I grabbed it, put it in my pocket, and instead, I paid.
We promptly left.