Yeah, I'm sitting here lmao half because I think it's funny and half out of embarrassment...I don't know if anyone cares but I feel like sharing the story.
So at the end of the day I went back to our shop and there were some other guys in there. One of them smacked my arm as I walked by and asked if I had a smoke he could bum. So I instinctively grabbed at my shirt pocket, where they might've been but weren't. Well he saw what I was doing and started hopping around, smacking at me here and there like he was hunting me for my pack too. I think you know where this is going. Fortunately he didn't smack me square on the ass... we all know the sound that makes. He did smack me on the hip and I distinctively heard a crinkle, lol. I jumped way back and googley-eyed him, looking for a reaction, I'm not sure that he knew what was up but I felt my face flush and I said "Hang on, they're in my truck" and ran off. I gave him like half my pack and told him I was giving him a few so he wouldn't touch me again for awhile, lol. Man o man. I don't think I got busted but gosh, ya know?