I don't do it anymore, but up until the story below (basically 9/11), I can't think of a time when I didn't sneak at least a quarter under my ballsack on any domestic flight (never international).
I got arrested and detained on a plane for smoking weed in the bathroom the Christmas following 9/11, on a flight back to the east coast from my parent's house in Chicago.
It's actually a pretty hilarious story, including but not limited to a solo two hour stretch limo ride to the airport, a bottle and change of Jack Daniels, sitting directly in front of a VERY famous local athlete on the plane, losing my nerve after two puffs and "flushing" (or whatever you call what you do to an airplane toilet) the joint down the blue water toilet thingy, and then repeated telling the homosexual asian head flight attendant to "go fuck himself" when he repeatedly came over and demanded that I confess to smoking in the bathroom.
As the plane landed and started to taxi to its gate, the captain came on and said "ladies and gentlemen, we're gonna have you to stay in your seats just a little while longer than usual tonight, but just relax and we'll get you going as soon as possible." A few seconds after he said that, the flight attendant led two cops to my seat, where they stood me up and handcuffed me in front of the entire plane.
They then had me stand in the little circular 45 degree angle thing (when you get off the plane you go straight for five feet until you make a right, and where you turn is where I was kept, handcuffed and drunk as a skunk) as the rest of the passengers walked by me with looks of disgust, and I winked at the cute ones
The cops then took my unbelievably drunk ass to the airport holding cell, which was a cell made of plexiglass, and they removed my belt and shoelaces (telling me they thought I was a suicide risk).
Well, I found nothing to be quite so funny (and insulting) as that, and I had my girlfriend supposed to be picking me up from the airport, so I pounded on the plexiglass and shouted obscenities at the cops for a solid hour, demanding my one phone call, etc. etc.........then, they just let me go
No charges, no nothing, just gave me my shit and said "get the fuck outta here".
Caught a cab home and dealt with my girlfriend all up in my shit, but all in all, could've been much worse.
That's a long-winded way of saying "don't get obnoxiously drunk at an airport and, IMO, it's probably not worth trying to sneak weed anymore these days".
I got arrested and detained on a plane for smoking weed in the bathroom the Christmas following 9/11, on a flight back to the east coast from my parent's house in Chicago.
It's actually a pretty hilarious story, including but not limited to a solo two hour stretch limo ride to the airport, a bottle and change of Jack Daniels, sitting directly in front of a VERY famous local athlete on the plane, losing my nerve after two puffs and "flushing" (or whatever you call what you do to an airplane toilet) the joint down the blue water toilet thingy, and then repeated telling the homosexual asian head flight attendant to "go fuck himself" when he repeatedly came over and demanded that I confess to smoking in the bathroom.
As the plane landed and started to taxi to its gate, the captain came on and said "ladies and gentlemen, we're gonna have you to stay in your seats just a little while longer than usual tonight, but just relax and we'll get you going as soon as possible." A few seconds after he said that, the flight attendant led two cops to my seat, where they stood me up and handcuffed me in front of the entire plane.
They then had me stand in the little circular 45 degree angle thing (when you get off the plane you go straight for five feet until you make a right, and where you turn is where I was kept, handcuffed and drunk as a skunk) as the rest of the passengers walked by me with looks of disgust, and I winked at the cute ones
The cops then took my unbelievably drunk ass to the airport holding cell, which was a cell made of plexiglass, and they removed my belt and shoelaces (telling me they thought I was a suicide risk).
Well, I found nothing to be quite so funny (and insulting) as that, and I had my girlfriend supposed to be picking me up from the airport, so I pounded on the plexiglass and shouted obscenities at the cops for a solid hour, demanding my one phone call, etc. etc.........then, they just let me go
No charges, no nothing, just gave me my shit and said "get the fuck outta here".
Caught a cab home and dealt with my girlfriend all up in my shit, but all in all, could've been much worse.
That's a long-winded way of saying "don't get obnoxiously drunk at an airport and, IMO, it's probably not worth trying to sneak weed anymore these days".