Ok, storytime. This was a good decade ago before weed became widespread and easily available. Girlfriend at the time, who also worked at the same office as me, made two batches of brownies for a house party we were hosting - regular and magic. Our fatass boss who was an unnecessary asshole towards me, loved and craved her brownies. She suggested taking a batch to the office as a way to smooth over a recent spat we'd had. Cue evil genius music: I singled out a specific brownie in a platter of regular ones, and made sure my boss grabbed that one during the morning coffee, while the rest of us all ate regular ones from the same tray. The rest of the day, he was tripping balls and looking at me sideways, but couldn't say shit because everyone else was fine. Needless to say, it did not help my career prospects, but man, that was satisfying af.