We know the usual "Missed Connections" we feature on here are between two humanoid-types at a local club, desperately star-crossed in spite of the electricity flowing between them. But we don't usually hear from folks who return to their cars after a night at The End to find that someone has mysteriously toked and run. What's cool about it is that it definitely seems like the person in question wants to be friends and stuff in spite of the transgression. Come forward, stoner!
Dear mystery person who got high in my car last night... (The End)
Who are you?
Upon leaving the end last night, my friends and I got into my car and immediately noticed that it smelled like dank ass weed. None of us had smoked in it that night.
You didn't take anything, so thats cool though I'm a little disappointed you didn't leave me a nug or two.