About a month ago I was staying at my folks for a visit. 11:30ish pm I step outside to burn a j before bed. 3-4 tokes in my old man steps outside "don't bogart that joint!". Stunned I sheepishly pass to him, takes 2-3 tokes, goes back inside without a word. First time I've ever smoked with my old man, I'm in my early 30's and he's almost 60, probably hasn't blazed since he was a teenager, completely unexpected. He ate a pile of ice cream and went to bed after. Old timers make me chuckle.