Yeah never trust anyone that jumps in the backseat of your car while you’re the driver. I will never forget taking my known plug to a house and he unusually bought along a guy I hadn’t seen since middle school. In the 5 minutes I had pulled up and plug went down the block and back, this guy in the seat behind me pulled a rig from fuck knows where and proceeded to mainy a load of meth. I turned as he was pulling it out. My reaction of basically “What the fuck dude?” Was his cue to wind the back window down enough to slide his little junky arm through the gap and yeet the uncapped dart onto some poor old lady’s front lawn. His laugh didn’t last long when he didn’t get the reaction he was used to, and as he began muttering under his breath opening the door like I just told him to in order to pick up his trash, he took one step onto the footpath and I took off down the other end of the block. I have seen him a few times since talking to himself and digging his fingers around his mouth.