More a smelling than a sighting, but...

[Ceir]

To that one guy: I live in a state with legal marijuana. What you do on your own property and your own time is none of my business. But you may want to reconsider scheduling your errands vis a vis when you toke up, if you're going to trail the Aura Of Weed Funk through the entire store.

Thanks and

[Ironclad Alibi]

I feared the worse when I read the title. There are worse smells than weed.

[Seanette]

Very true. I am still trying to decide which is worse - heated cat urine (somekitty anointed an electric stove burner and it was not caught until the burner was used) or week-dead human body (took that long for someone to realize that the rather reclusive upstairs neighbor had missed several appointments and check on him).

[Irving Patrick Freleigh]

Not long ago I worked with a woman who had a peculiar habit of doing her job adequately before lunch, and then being completely lost after lunch. Like it was her first day again.

She was assigned to run a job that involved placing a threaded metal insert inside the mold, then running the press cycle. Plastic would then flow around the insert to create the finished part. The insert would then be drilled out of the part and placed back in the mold to make another part.

She did this perfectly fine for hours. Then when she returned from lunch she put the insert into the mold backwards. I stopped her before she could close the mold and demonstrated the right way to do it. "Guess I just had a brain fart, haha!"

Then she put the insert in the mold backwards again and started the cycle. Downtime due to removing the insert from its incorrect placement in the part. I again showed her how to put the insert into the mold. "Okay, I got it now."

She put it in backwards AGAIN. This time we couldn't get the insert back out of the part and needed assistance from the toolroom. I told her the machine would be down for a while and we'd find her something else to do. She cut loose the most insane, psychotic, I'm-going-to-murder-you-1000-times-and-eat-your-body-1001 laugh I have ever heard from a human.

My supervisor came by and told her we were taking her in for a drug test. She told us not to bother, she had hotboxed in her car during her lunch break and wouldn't have passed the test anyway. And thus ended her employment, and six months of suspicion about her breaktime habits.

[RealUnimportant]

she had hotboxed in her car during her lunch break

Wow. There's a choice!

[Dreamstalker]

Sometimes I've run orders out to Insta drivers who are/were hotboxing...yikes. A few times I've had to change my work shirt midshift because of it (one of my managers finally learned why I have a spare shirt in my desk).

[Seanette]

Sometimes I've run orders out to Insta drivers who are/were hotboxing...yikes. A few times I've had to change my work shirt midshift because of it (one of my managers finally learned why I have a spare shirt in my desk).

If I got an Instacart order that smelled like that, I'd be filing a complaint with Insta immediately. I live in a state where recreational pot is legal for those over 21, but do not use it myself and intensely dislike the odor. I do NOT want that odor on my groceries, TYVM!!

[RealUnimportant]

DUI also applies to the 'erb, so they're all taking significant risks with their personal safety and their professional requirements! And wow, how much must someone have been puffing if the smell gets on your shirt simply while loading their car! Oof.