Grandma dug the ganj
"hey, please hold off on smoking pot til later tonight. we're coming back this way after dinner and i don't want to walk in on a bong session."
they all concurred that would be a bad idea so they promised to chill out.
fast forward two hours... my folks, my grandma and i return. i open the door and IMMEDIATELY get hit with a megafortified blast of pot smoke. naturally, i panic, but before my dad even has time to give me the old evil parent stank eye, my grandma says:
"mmm. smells good in here. i like that!"
we all erupted in laughter.
and then went about our business.
i fucking miss my grandma.