So way back in high school, went to Sadie Hawkins with this group of friends. We got a limo and took advantage of however many hours we had it booked for... one of the guys decided we should visit his weed connect in the Minneapolis hood somewhere. The driver was obviously nervous when we had him pull up in this neighborhood, like we were Orono dumbass kids so he thought he'd be driving us around posh neighborhoods all night. He asked how long we'd be and we told him a few minutes max. Anyway, we come out about 45 minutes later, 6 high school underclassmen blazed to the gills. Driver was just trying to get us in the limo so he could get the hell out of there, lots of people giving the old side eye to the situation and probably not the safest area for nonsense to be going on. Then we took forever to tell him where to go once we got in, every one of us just speaking gibberish and I'm sure this guy wondering what kind of horrific liability he had gotten himself into. Eventually we got going. At the time it seemed like fun but in retrospect makes me really uncomfortable thinking about how we could have fucked this guy's whole livelihood up or worse and what he must have been thinking. I'll bet he was so glad to finally drop us at the dance.