One time I was scrambling to finish my tax return on April 15th before midnight (they kept the post office drive-thru open until midnight back then) and couldn’t find my W-2s anywhere. I had also been without weed for weeks so I was pretty irritable. Finally I opened up the bottom drawer of one of my filing cabinets and found not only the W-2s but also a big bag of weed that I knew I had put in the top drawer but which had fallen down to the bottom drawer at some point. I naturally got baked as hell while finishing my return and then drove to the post office. I was so fucking high that I drove right past the dude who was collecting the returns by the front door with a “what the fuck are you lookin’ at?” expression on my face. I had to go around the loop again and the dude just smirked at me.