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[Someone wrote: ]
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> Actually, I would think that you shouldn't put mj in your pant pockets
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> (as opposed to other pockets) because if for some reason, you have a lot
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> of metal on you, and that metal detector rings, the situation could get
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> a little hairy when they ask you to empty your pockets. Perhaps a
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> jacket pocket would be better?
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This reminds me of something that happened to me during a trip to
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Washington, DC a good number of years ago. My friend and I had rented
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a car, and of course we were toking up, doing wippets, and so on. I
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had a few joints, and had the brilliant idea of carrying them in the
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metal wippet dispensor that I had at the time. This was winter, so I
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had a heavy coat, with the joints in the wippet dispensor in an inside
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pocket.
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One of our destinations that trip was the Senate gallery, where we
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hoped to watch the Senate in action while totally fucked up (us, that
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is, not the Senate). Turns out you first have to go to the Senate
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Office Building to get a pass. So we did. Unfortunately, there was a
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metal detector at the entrance to the office building. Sure enough,
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it went off when I walked through. I was terrified when a heavily
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armed cop approached me with a hand-held metal detector (I was
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especially scared because at the time I had long, long hair and a
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beard and a headband, probably fitting their profile of a left-wing
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radical terrorist to a T). He started waving it over me, and when it
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got to the place where the contraband-containing wippet dispensor was,
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it started shrieking. With sinking heart and trembling hands, I
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reached into the *outside* pocket at the same location and pulled
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out... KEYS! By some stroke of luck, I was carrying a bunch of keys
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in that outside pocket. The cop saw the keys, assumed they were
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causing the metal detector to go off, and waved me through. Man was I
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relieved.
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Ok, so we got the passes, and then went to the Capitol building
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(stopping at the car for some more bong loads of course). For
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some stupid reason, I didn't leave the wippet dispensor behind...
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I guess I figured if there was another metal detector, I'd just
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do the same thing. Stupid I know, but then I was young and stoned
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and cocky.
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So we went to the Capitol, and sure enough there was another metal
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detector. No problem, I thought, I know the drill. So I strode through
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it and of course it went off. I looked around for a cop with a
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hand-held metal detector, but there wasn't one; instead, the security
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people were telling me to put any metal I might have into a tray, and
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walk through again. Well, I took everything I could think of out of my
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pockets, coins, the keys, everything except the wippet dispensor with
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the joints in it, and put them in the tray. Then I walked through
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again, sweating. It went off again! There was nothing to do: I took
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out the wippet dispensor and put it on the tray. Of course now I could
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walk through without the detector going off, but in the meantime one
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of the guards had picked up the wippet dispensor and was examining
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it. All he had to do was unscrew it and he would find the
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joints. (Meanwhile my friend was watching all this, poised to jump out
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and yell "Arrest that man" while pointing an accusing finger at
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me...what a guy). But again the gods were smiling at me (probably
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getting a good laugh), and the guard handed me the dispensor without
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further investigation. I was through!
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