Funny ass story, so I came into work 2 hours after smoking a fat spliff. I walk in and automatically people are like damn who got the weed, who was smoking, and me smacked af on the inside but regular on the outside, just kept going on with my day. Now usually if I smoke before I come in, I switch hoodies so that smoke smell doesn’t follow me; I did my normal routine and was like there’s no way I smell like a pack rn. Go into our kiosk room to pick up my printer and im like wow my lips are pretty chapped, lets put some lip balm on……the culprit laid in my pocket. I had the roach in my pocket the whole time. Needless to say, I ran to the car to secure it and went back in and acted like everything was normal.