and when she looked puzzled explain I thought I smelled a distinctive odor...and how cool I thought it was that her job let her blaze up at work...

you know, like it was completely normal (lol norml?) and not like I was accusing her of anything....

but I generally look like the kind of guy who would be very open to toking in a store parking lot. Even though I quit about 25 years ago...

but I prolly still woulda took a chance on a person that reeked that badly...

I for sure would have back in the day. But hell, my friends and I never minded picking up hitchhikers and getting high with them back in the day.



come to think of it, it's a wonder I'm here now.

America's bicentennial by hitchhiking across the country. Somewhere in the wilds of West Texas, I was picked up by a pair of very young uniformed cops in a neat little white two door

It was not my favorite pickup but they seemed friendly enough, and I decided by quick reckoning that it was better to accept the ride than to decline, so I climbed in the backseat and then noticed a hashpipe in the ashtray and perhaps (?) a very slight odor to the vehicle. Here I thought it better not to know too much and to say even less, so this all produced no reaction from me

However, my gracious hosts were apparently determined to press the point, so told me that they were returning from some police training graduation and were celebrating but had exhausted their supply -- and hoped I might have something combustible to share with them. Now, I was dressed somewhat like a hobo, barely twenty, with a full beard and hair to the middle of my back, so it was a reasonable (and accurate) guess that I might use various illegal products for recreation

But I made it a habit never to hitchhike with anything that could get me thrown in jail, so I was quite legal that day at least

Still, I did not feel comfortable making any such confession to these benefactors: there were two equally plausible possibilities -- that I had gotten a ride with a couple of rookies who were also freaks or that I had gotten a ride with a couple of rednecks who hoped to make a bust on the day they graduated from their training class. So I simply said No matter-of-factly, and when they hoped further that I might know where they could score something I said matter-of-factly said No once again. They were satisfied, to my relief; the ride continued pleasantly; and they dropped me off a hundred miles later, at which point I finally stopped wondering if I was going to land in some rural jail on trumped-up drug-peddling charges

if you had come through Texas just 5 years later it might have been me and my friends that picked you up - and you wouldn't have needed radar as the fires would already have been lit. lol

A friend of mine who was attending the University of Colorado at Boulder was raising weed in her dorm room-- and the RA was cool with it. As she was driving back to Arkansas for the Christmas holiday, she was carrying several other passengers, all of whom were apparently smoking dope. In the middle of the night, in the middle of Kansas, she was pulled over by a cop for going 85mph on I-70 (speed limit was 55 back then). Apparently, the cop didn't say anything about the dope smell, but he did write her a ticket for speeding-- and made her pay for it in cash (since she was out of state). He had her stuff close to $100 in an envelope, then escorted her to a mailbox.

Maybe she wasn't the one smoking, but someone near her was. I have alerted strangers to this before.
I just come right and be 'blunt' about it (I was going to say 'no pun intended', but on second thought, what the hell).
If the wrong cop walks in on her, she could be very big trouble.

I leaned a little closer (not enough to get in her Personal Space) and quietly told her, "I love your perfume. Is it herbal?"

she had the grace to blush.

"Do you smell weed?" Whether she cops to it or plays coy just follow up with, "Man, I'd hate to see somebody get in trouble if the wrong person walks in the door."

I think that would get the point across without seeming creepy or insulting.

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(discreetly) "You know, maybe I'm completely wrong, but you REALLY
smell like pot smoke and may not be aware of how long that smell will
linger around you."
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Then... no matter what her reaction, adjust YOURS to hers -- your job
will have been done.
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I used to ride the bus (definite hippie-biker look) and I'd smoke just
before the bus got to my stop, not thinking until I climbed on the
bus about that smell. Usually, it would dawn on me -- when two
people would look at each other and grin or laugh knowingly just
how much I was broadcasting my proclivity.
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Coming back to my hometown on the bus from my pre-entrance testing
to join the Army, I sat in the second-to-last seat. In the last seat was
a young woman who might easily STILL be one of the most gorgeous
young women I've ever met in my life. She turned out to be a prostitute
going to visit "her man" (the state prison was in my hometown).
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We talked for quite awhile (neither one of us being interested in her
profession during that whole trip) and got along great. She invited me
into the bathroom to smoke a joint (still not professionally). When we
came out, we realized that the rest of the bus was PACKED with senior
citizens, ALL of whom had now become one as they got up in their seats
and turned around to glare daggers at the two of us -- undoubtedly for
the nonexistent sex, the undeniable drugs and the inaudible rock n' roll
playing in our heads.
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I don't think the two of us could completely stop giggling during the
half-hour or so it took us to get to our destination.
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Don't make veiled references to "smelling something" or pantomiming a sniff. If she's really totally unaware of her smoke smell (as many smokers of both pot and tobacco are), then she might think that you're indirectly accusing her of having BO or bad breath, which is far more embarrassing. Or else being a TOTALLY NASTY creeper.


You don't know her, so it's not really your place to say anything, but if you encounter her again and you're really worried about her future, the best thing to do would be to just VERY quietly whisper something like, "I don't know what the testing situation here is or how uptight people are, but I did notice your clothes smell like pot smoke and if I noticed, others probably did too. Just thought you should know." And then leave. No further contact - that was crossing a personal boundary line, but if you're sincere about just wanting to help, then you delivered the message.

I'd rather embarass myself than let a little girl go to jail over some merry-ju-way-na.

Right now in my laundry room I have an old(er) microwave oven stored on a shelf.
Open the door to that old(er) microwave oven stored on a shelf and you will find about six Tupperware containers, each containing anywhere from a quarter to a oz of different kinds of weed.
One of those six Tupperware containers contains an oz of something called "OG Kush" and I can smell it in my kitchen right now.
Mind you, it's in a sealed Tupperware container inside a old(er) microwave oven that is stored on a shelf in my laundry room.
A few weeks ago, I made the mistake of doing a bong hit of this stuff and I woke up 10 minutes later on the dining room floor without having any idea how I got there.

If she's carrying a small amount of this stuff?
You could smell it across the room and I doubt she'd be working either...

Good post.
And funny too!

Of old sweat and pot in clothing that hasn't been washed. Kinda reeky, huh. I don't think they can smell themselves.

Give her a hygiene lesson. (Kidding). If people are adverse to wearing deodorant they can use rubbing alcohol under their arms.

Poor thing.

He REEKED, not only of dopesmoke, but of cheap Patchouli, too.

"Say, son, that patchouli is major fail at hiding the herb..."
"Uh, thanks!"