I didn't know what I was more excited about at that particular moment. The fact that one of my closest friends was finally tying the knot with the love of his life on a beautiful Hawaiian beach as the giant, orange sun would set amongst purple and pink hued skies, or the marijuana-laced chocolates I was about to consume prior to takeoff. I had a five to six hour flight ahead of me and I wasn't going to let crying babies, snorers, personal space invaders, and that one loner traveller who just loves hearing himself/herself talk from disrupting my high...altitude.

"Enjoy your flight, sir." Pam expressed in an artificially chipper tone as she handed me my plane ticket and checked in my suitcase. "You, bet I will." I replied with a mischievous wink. I had probably looked and sounded like a douche in hindsight, but the brief display of confidence was immediately shaken as I waited in the security check-in line. The edibles were in my jacket's inner pocket, I didnt' want to risk discovery if I had stashed them inside my carry-on. To make matters worse, two policemen along with a pair of robust, intimidating-looking German shepherds stood poised near the conveyor belt and metal scanner.

Like any responsible lawbreaker and recreational drug user in the 21st century, I had done my research using the internet. K-9 units in airports are trained to sniff out bombs, not drugs. As long as you're not holding suitcases full of it like Johnny Depp in Blow, a reasonably small amount wouldn't set off any alarms. And if they do discover weed in your possession then the most severe punishment would be to pay a fine, but in most cases security would just dispose them in the garbage. I've known friends and friends of friends, although unknowingly, who hadn't been hassled or detained for sneaking through the gates with the substance. I had other friends who used creative methods like hiding joints in each pen in the whole pack. Those who use marijuana for medicinal purposes are in the clear, sometimes on occasion to the point of bringing on board a plant. Still, despite all the homework I had done, facing the reality of it all was the true test.

Plus, I had forgotten to find out if dogs really could sense, even smell, fear.

Once it was my turn, I nervously emptied out my pockets except for the chocolates and placed my small, blue duffle bag and shoes on the conveyor belt. The next few seconds had felt like an eternity as I walked past the police dogs as nonchalantly as possible, gazing into their eyes and seeing if they realized the crime I was committing No reaction, not even a woof. As soon as I got the green light in the metal detector, my sight was set for the terminal. I wanted to jump for joy as if I had passed through security at Coachella.

I had taken only a few steps away from check point and suddenly one of the guards yelled, "Sir!" I turned around, not surprised and ready to deny any wrongdoing, but slowly like an escaped convict who knew the jig was up. "Yes?" I responded half-heartedly. "You forgot your stuff, sir."

Talk about your classic stoner move. I then sheepishly collected my belongings and headed toward my designated terminal, at ease and assured my in-flight meal will still be served.

Written by: Charlie Coughman