I was doing my taxes one night on April 15th and while looking for my W2s I found a bag of weed that I had misplaced weeks before. I hadn’t smoked since I had lost it so I naturally toked up and completed my tax form (thank god for the 1040-EZ form). Then I drove to a post office that was open until midnight and had a drive-thru lane to accommodate us tax procrastinators. Then I drove through the drive-thru lane twice, each time giving the dude collecting envelopes a “what the fuck are you looking at?” scowl before realizing too late that he had a legitimate reason for looking at me. I managed to hand him my return on the third trip through the line and he just laughed.