Here's a little story I think back to a lot when I'm reminiscing about "the old times"

When my two best friends and I were 16 we got a chance to travel to Ireland for 3 weeks to "study" The first week we went to the coolest club in Dublin and decided we had to find a guy who can sell us some bud. After being told off by a black dude saying:"do you think I sell weed just because I'm black mate?" I decided to not give up and I approached a regular looking Arabic dude with a T-shirt with a huge ass Marijuana leaf and conversation went like this:

-Are you selling weed? -YES

Second attempt and, boom, score.

Next day we met up and payed the guy, after that he discreetly handed me a ziplock in the middle of the center square.

We went straight to the residence we were staying at to look at it, grind it up and go out for the adventures. So we take the zip out, wow, this is a really sexy piece of bud. Next thing we do is open it. The second ziplock vacuum is unsealed we all smell it and say WOW without even putting it up to our noses. This shit is legit!

Now what we do is take the biggest of 3 nugs and carefully put it in a grinder. I close it up and do a first spin. BOOM. The smell just multiplied and got stronger by a geometrical equation. We laugh and say holy shit. I'm about to do a second spin when we hear a very loud series of knocks to the door

OPEN UP THIS IS THE HEAD OF RESIDENCE I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING THERE OPEN UP RIGHT NOW

HOLY SHIT what the fuck do we do?

We are instantly freaked the fuck out. My friend comes to the door where keys are at. I'm trying to think of somewhere to hide the grinder in and my other friend is just staying in the middle of the room blabbering about how we are fucked and this is the end. My friend at the door looks at me like:"do I open the door?" at which I tell him "STALL SOME TIME I NEED TO HIDE THIS"

The demands and knocking at the door is only louder and she is asking "CAN YOU HEAR ME? OPEN THE DOOR"

My friend touches the keys at the door and just starts to kind of jingle them in the keyhole without actually turning them and loudly murmurs some inaudible shit like "yE Ye wait mmmm I'm opening mrmrmrmmr jUst a SeCoNd mmmm" while i run to the bathroom and put the grinder in the empty trash can(?) and spray some deodorant.

By the time I'm done the stall stunt is done for and my friend is already letting this woman in. She is entering loudly yelling with strong Mexican accent "YOU THINK I DONT KNOW WHATCHU DOIN?YOU ARE ALL GONNA COME BACK TO YO COUNTRIES

fuuuck I think to myself

AND YOUR PARENTS WILL KNOW THAT YOU SMOKE MARIJUANA IN RESIDENCE"

huh? Did she just say we SMOKED?

The realization of the situation clicks in and I know I have to act now because my friends are just frozen and looking blankly like their lives are already over.

"Look, miss! Did you think we were smoking here?" "I KNOW THAT U HAVE SMOKED HERE ITS NOT ALLOWED YOU ARE GOING TO GO BACK AND KICKED OUT OF HERE!" "No! I swear to god we haven't smoked here! This is all just a bad situation please let me explain myself and if you don't believe me that's okay but I'm going to tell you the truth!" "THERE IS NO TRUTH I KNOW YOU SMOKE HERE AND-" "PLEASE MISS HEAR ME OUT"- I almost scream in helpless voice

She and my friends look at me surprised and confused. She finally stopped screaming and before she wanted to say anything again in screaming voice I turn away...and run to the bathroom. I dig out the grinder from the trash can and come to her saying:

"LOOK, we did NOT smoke it. We are not THAT stupid to do that. We just put it in this metal thing to make it smaller, TO GRIND IT UP" I open a grinder, releasing a huge wave of smell again and put it to her confused face "PLEASE smell this. We fucked up, we know that. We are sorry. I am personally going to get out of here with all of these drugs and never bring them here again. We are SORRY for troubling you with this smell and we did a very STUPID THING. But god forbid we did not smoke in here. I swear!"

She looks at me still kind of angry, but more understanding the whole situation. She tells us to get these drugs the fuck out of here and if she ever smells it again we are kicked out for sure. We say we are very sorry and do as told. After couple of weeks she turned out to be a really understanding and kind woman from Mexico running that residence.

The moral of the story is never grind your dankest kush indoors or you might get in trouble. This is one of the three most scary situations we got ourselves into in Ireland among the one where we got beaten up by a teenage group of 12 Irish guys and the one where we got arrested with weed by the Garda.