One night when I was in college, I got really high with a few friends, and we decided we wanted to go to 7-Eleven. It was about a half mile away, straight down one street, no turns or anything, just a straight shot. We start down the street when this guy in a wheel chair heading right down the middle of the same street calls out, "Where you going?"

We tell him we're gong to 7-Eleven.

"Great! I'll take you there!" he says.

We tell him we don't need anyone to take us there because we know exectly where it is ---straight ahead about a half mile.

He says, "No. You don't understand! I'm gonna TAKE YOU THERE! Now get behind and start pushing!"

So we are really wasted, and I guess I am the dumbass who caves in first, and I get behind this bastard in the wheel chair and start pushing him down the street. He doesn't have to push himself anymore so he takes out some gloves and puts them on his hands --- I guess he was getting cold and tired pushing himself to 7-Eleven.

Well, I'm not all that comfortable in the middle of the street, so I start heading for the sidewalk, but he starts screaming about how the sidewalk is to bumpy, keep in the street. So I figure I will at least get in the right lane and go with the traffic, but he says that side of the street is too bumpy too, and we need to be where the oncoming traffic can see us, so he wants me to keep in the left side of the street. I guess I am too high to really comprehend that this is a totally assinine situation because I just follow orders and push this ornery fucker down the street in oncoming traffic. My friends are following along on the sidewalk laughing their asses off at me for pushing this crazy wacko down the street in his wheelchair. A lot of cars came up on us and honked their horns, and he just waved his arms in the air and screamed at them to go around.

So we finally get to 7-Eleven and he tells us not to leave without him because he needs a push home. We get our stuff and he gets into a screaming argument with the cashier about how he doesn't want to buy a full dozen eggs. He only wants four eggs, and they should only charge him for four. While he's fighting it out with the poor 7-Eleven cashier, we make a break for it.

I wonder if the goddam sonofabitch ever made it home.
dragonrider Reviewed by dragonrider on . what is your oddest encounter while high? When I was 16ish, 2 friends and I went up a canyon to smoke. We got to the trailhead parking lot and while unloading our bong, a stanger on a 10 speed said, hey can i hit that. We all looked around and said hit what? I mean the guy was around 50, so we figured what the hell, and we said sure. So we hike up about 1mile and started smoking. Shortly after we started, he asked us if he could paint a picture of us. Shocked and confused we said why not. He grabbed his old backpack and grabbed Rating: 5