My friends Dad is a grower, but very small-time - usually with only 1-2 crops per year. But his is the best I've EVER smoked, it's seriously 1-toke-dope. One toke, you're fucking baked - baked out of your mind.

So after a long week learning to hear he had some come in, I was pretty ecstatic - so much so I forgot to stop by the bank on my way home to make my house payment.

Of course, I remembered at the worst time - we just got done smoking and I'm high as a kite on a windy day when it dawns on me... I forgot to make my house payment. It's 5:30pm, bank closes at 6pm - so I grab my wallet, my paycheck, get in my car and speed balls down to the bank.

It was Friday, I got there at 5:50pm - and the place was packed. And I'm so stoned I'm paranoid - you know how that goes, like everyone is looking at you. But whatever, this HAD to be paid - so I start waiting in line.

It's taking for-fucking-ever and I was worried that they would just close without seeing me - but luckily they didn't. Finally it was my turn, I walk up to the teller.

First thing first, I had her cash my check - then I started counting out the $650 to make my house payment. I tell her my information as i'm counting - she can't find my account. She asks for my SSN, I give it to her - still nothing. By this point I had finished counting and started to get mad.

I was like LADY, I WOULDN'T BE HERE PAYING YOU THIS MONEY IF I DIDN'T HAVE TO. LOOK AGAIN. - full blown rage.

She's like I'm sorry sir, but you're not coming up in our system. So I'm like ya know what, hold on just a minute - and I pull out my cellphone and call my roommate who immediately answers - I'm like HEY, GO INTO MY ROOM, ON MY DESK IS A LETTER FROM FIFTH THIRD BANK----- The teller interrupted me.

SIR THIS IS US BANK.

I about died from embarrassment. I was so embarrassed, I walked away without even picking up my money off the counter - the lady had to run around and chase me down to give it back.

Seriously, if one could die from embarrassment I would have.