The Russes gave to me…
A bag of weed.
A few weeks ago Emily and I had a chance to stay in a Hilton for the night (more on that in another post). That night Emily asked me to get her scriptures for her. Being lazy, rather than get her scriptures for her out of the suitcase, I leaned over and opened up the bedside table to pull out the Gideons Bible. I was just about to toss it to her when Emily asked, “What is that inside of it?”
I opened it up to find the previous tenant's stash of weed.
Emily claims it was the first time she had ever seen pot before, but I am not sure I believe her. When I suggested we just leave it there and tell the front desk when we check out, Emily quickly suggested another idea. I wonder where she learned the best place to get rid of drugs is down the toilet.