Reminds me of the time I nearly got busted at a concert. I was smoking a joint and saw security walking up on me just a moment before they shined a light in my face. But, in that moment, I managed to palm my still burning joint in between my forefinger and middle finger of my left hand. So, when the security guard shined the light, I reigned surprise and turned both of my hands open palm up, every finger spread a little, except for the two holding the burning joint, and asked "What? What's wrong?" The guard didn't catch my sleight of hand and shined the light at and around my feet, no joint. The guard says, "I thought I saw something. Guess I was wrong." and walks away. And I enjoyed the rest of the concert. And my joint. Always nice to escape with your stash intact.