When I was in high school I worked at Denny's.
Cruisin in my 1975 Ranchero, Smokin a j on the way to work while rockin out to WhiteSnake on the 15 min ride down 99 in central Cali., clocked in and got to clearing tables, runnin the dish ring. It was slow and the work was easy. All was well in my world. I was making $3.65 an hour and got to look at waitresses all night, so hell yeah I was baddass.
But then my world changed when the manager approached me. Looked me in the eyes and said "I know what you've been up to and I am dissapointed". He gave me a real condescending look that absolutely crushed me. He simply turned and walked away.
I thought...."Shit, if Everette knows...EVERYONE KNOWS!?!"
Then i got paranoid. Who really knows I am high?????
The paranoya overwhelmed me. not sure if it was the paranoid feeling or the guilt of having Everette look down upon me....but i felt so bad that I never went to work high again.
until I got in the Army....but hey....thats another story....