Have you ever lost weed?

[Guest]

I remember one time I was sledding and we rolled up 2 big J’s to smoke when we got to the bottom. I had them in my pocket and they fell out while I was sledding down the hill.
we looked and looked and never found them. We were bummed. White joints in white snow at night. No way

[tumbling.dice]

Never lost any but me and a buddy found some once. We were at our favorite saloon and he noticed something on the floor, something that looked like a bag of weed. He motioned for me to take a look and asked, "what does that look like to you?" So when no one was watching I snagged it real fast and sure enough, grass. I'm bad at guessing measurements and stuff but I'd guess maybe 1/4 oz., maybe 1/2 oz. We went back to his parents house and had a great night. ?

[Din Djarin]

I wanna have a favorite saloon! Or at least have the option! Oh yeah, heading over the prairie to my fav saloon on my self driving horse, or no in a cart behind it of course (d moking a j :-D

[Audiogen]

I lost some weed when I ditched it while running from the police.

[Irminsul]

Only on kitchen floor.

[Amerijuanican]

Had just under an ounce disappear from my spot in my bedroom when I was a teen. It was crappy anyway, so no big loss.

I'm sure mom found it, but didn't say anything. Just the silent treatment...

[Jessica]

yeah a few times but the times when i found weed stick in my head more vividly

[Din Djarin]

I lost some and at other times also found some. I also have stronger memories of the times i found a bag :-D One time was at Sziget, where you never have enough (it's a 7 day festival). We rolled it in a big fat joint and shared it with the people around us. Turned out it was of one of them lol! We did ask the folks at that table before rolling though, if the weed someone left on that empty bench was of one of them. Seems they were all very honest and one wasn't paying attention :P

[eggsprog]

I lost a couple grams at a concert once when the security guard made me throw it in the garbage. Still let me in to the show, though, so no big loss.

I found a bag on the sidewalk when I was walking back to my house after a local music festival. It had 'G' written on it, so i assume it was sold as a gram, but I weighed it out at 0.8g haha. It was decent enough. A friend mentioned later that someone standing right in that area had tried to sell him some earlier in the night, so the guy must have dropped a bag at some point.

[Din Djarin]

I once spilled a beer over my last joint. Which we were saving because it was the last. I put it in the microwave and dried it using the defrost mode. We had little faith but it worked perfectly!

[Undies]

I've definitely found more than I've lost. My greatest tragedy was one time I had just finished breaking up the last of what I had and I sneezed on the pile, scattering it all over the carpet where there was no way to find the broken up pieces.

I lost some weed when I ditched it while running from the police.

When I was in college I learned the hard way that in the city, the woods closes at dusk. I was deep in the woods, drinking and smoking with a friend when I got a call from the police because my truck was in the parking lot and he was trying to shut the gate. So I ditched my bag and dugout under a random log and took off back to the parking lot. This was my first time ever at this park, so it was not an area I was familiar with, but somehow the next day I was able to go back, somehow made it right back to where we were, and found my stuff right where I left it. The log it was under had even kept it dry from the overnight rain.

[WritersPanic]

I lost a sack of weed in Memphis due to my own stupidity. It was 1985 and winter. So I had a wool sportcoat that I got from a consignment shop ( US Male) because it was a 1940s style. The right side waist pocket had a hole in it, so I'd push my baggie through and let it rest in the liner. It never occurred to me that a poorly stitched pocket surely meant other places had the same issue.

I was in a book store where I was installing software for their inventory system. But it wasn't until I got to my next stop that I realized the bag was missing. It was a half ounce that was supposed to last me a month and I was dead broke. I went back to the store and retraced my steps. Nothing. So I called a coworker and asked him to look where I parked. Maybe there was nothing and maybe he snagged it, either way, it wasn't sitting where my car had been. I really needed that job.

After a week I made enough commission to buy another, which I secured much better. Too bad I didn't realize at the time that maybe my habit was causing me to waste more time than I might otherwise. I could have had money and pot.

But the pot was SO good in Memphis. No idea why.

[Jessica]

I found a bag of weed when I was on my way to work at Amazon. The only job I've ever had where there was a genuine chance of a random bag/locker search. But that would have been quite unlucky. I kept the weed.

[Din Djarin]

Was that an office job? Just wondering! Sounds like a city job

[Jessica]

Din Djarin nah warehouse. Or, as Amazon likes to call it, "the fulfillment centre"
I hated it but I loved hating it and I get irrationally angry when people complain about what it's like to work there.

[Din Djarin]

Ah yeah, they have distribution centres of course. Yeah, i kinda get what you mean it being a love/hate thingie. I hate office jobs even more though. Rather work in a warehouse any day (in most instances)