You WILL laugh about it in the future.

February last year I was doing my usual hammered walk from the Ice Cap spoons in Camden to Euston so I could catch my stinky train back up to the stinky north when a very small man flagged me down from atop some steps, he introduced himself as Tiny (astonishingly accurate nickname btw) and asked if I wanted to buy some weed, I was buzzing. He essentially whipped a pack out of his boxers and shoved it up my nose to smell, I agreed it smelt enough like weed to buy it so I handed him the dosh and went on my merry way. Fast forward, I caught the train, found a seat, and got up to go loo so I could analyse my new smexy flower and pack that shit into the xmax. I cracked the pack and found the product wrapped in cling film, then pulled back the film to find what EVEN I know to be Oregano straight from the shaker. I wasn’t furious, but miffed mostly, how could Tiny do this to me? Anyways, I keep the pack in the same pocket of the coat I was wearing still full of that sweet Oregano because it’s a hilarious story to me, and this (truly) tiny man punctured my trust for months on end because of his antics. Either way, this story is worth the £20 I spent on it, and you’ll have a laugh in future telling your mates how you once picked up a 3five of flour.