What’s the Weirdest Place You’ve Smoked a Bowl?
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Sitting on a D9 Caterpillar tread on a floating platform 5miles out to sea off the coast Haiti, or on the roof of the Labatt Brewery in London, Ontario.
Oh I was thinking more about watching friends trying it and then power chucking everywhere.Then you didn’t do it right…
Walking through a Cathedral. No one else was there except my lady, but it still was a bit rude.
I don't know about weird but.... Back in my dating days I went on a blind date. After going to her house and meeting her I knew in a couple of minutes this was not going to work. She went to her bedroom to finish primping and I sat there wondering how I could get out of this gracefully. I noticed how spotless the place was and that there were no ashtrays... which was unusual at that time. Then an idea hit me. When she emerged from her room she was smacked in the face by a dense cloud of pipe smoke. I had almost made myself sick puffing so much to get the effect I wanted! A few words were exchanged and I left with a hurt expression on my face which turned into a smile as I got in my car and drove away. 
At the grave of the late author Corey Ford. Mr. Ford was a pipe-smoker, so I thought that it would be an appropriate gesture of respect. Further, when I was done, I sprinkled the ashes on the ground in front of his headstone.
Likely done by many, but weird experience wise at least for me……
In the back seat of a “Tuk-Tuk” (also called an auto rickshaw…. basically a moped with an awning and a back seat) while traveling about an hour from the airport in Mumbai to my hotel.
This was following an 18 hour flight where smoking was not permitted, was my first time in India…. and the chaos of the traffic in the city …. where there were four official lanes typically occupied fully by several cars, delivery vans, mopeds, motorcycles, bicycles, Tuk-Tuks, cattle all vying for spaces in those four lanes simultaneously. I had never seen or experienced such a cornucopia of traffic chaos before.
I am glad that I asked the fellow for permission to smoke my pipe during that ride. It truly helped calm my nerves.
In the back seat of a “Tuk-Tuk” (also called an auto rickshaw…. basically a moped with an awning and a back seat) while traveling about an hour from the airport in Mumbai to my hotel.
This was following an 18 hour flight where smoking was not permitted, was my first time in India…. and the chaos of the traffic in the city …. where there were four official lanes typically occupied fully by several cars, delivery vans, mopeds, motorcycles, bicycles, Tuk-Tuks, cattle all vying for spaces in those four lanes simultaneously. I had never seen or experienced such a cornucopia of traffic chaos before.
I am glad that I asked the fellow for permission to smoke my pipe during that ride. It truly helped calm my nerves.
Earth! Wait till you meet the locals.
I can't think of any weird place, but I will say that I always feel like I am doing a public service by improving the air quality when smoking in a public toilet or porta potty/ porta loo
Not weird, but just feels weird, the various accommodations offered to travelers for smoking a pipe or other tobacco.
I've found myself sitting on a planter outside a random chain hotel; in a very nicely landscaped area with a canopy for rain with seating provided with ashtrays at another hotel; and maybe best of all, through some arrangements I found myself in the guest quarters of Vassar College in New York State in a smoking area with tables, umbrellas, ashtrays, in the sun, most pleasant. For whatever reason, it just seemed weird for me to be at Vassar ... as the result of being a wedding guest where the groom's mother was an alumna.
I've found myself sitting on a planter outside a random chain hotel; in a very nicely landscaped area with a canopy for rain with seating provided with ashtrays at another hotel; and maybe best of all, through some arrangements I found myself in the guest quarters of Vassar College in New York State in a smoking area with tables, umbrellas, ashtrays, in the sun, most pleasant. For whatever reason, it just seemed weird for me to be at Vassar ... as the result of being a wedding guest where the groom's mother was an alumna.
Every now and again I smoke a bowl while sitting on the bench in the church cemetery out back. It's peaceful... Not weird for me, but...
Last summer I was staying at a hotel with a courtyard that had a pool. The designated smoking area was at one end of the courtyard. In this day and age it seemed strange to be able to smoke in such a visible and pleasant spot, especially in a state that isn’t as smoker friendly as some.
Speaking of graveyard smoking, I was at a meeting at the Dallas Convention Center years ago, and because the Center was built on a cemetery, the graves are arranged on the lawn areas around it. So of course people caught short on time but needing to eat a fast food lunch or catch a smoke, tended to arrange themselves around the tombstones.
Perhaps if the souls of the departed are lingering anywhere near, if they are gregarious spirits, may enjoy the perennial flux of people to observe. The introverted there interred have likely left long ago to more open spaces. But the feeling there is definitely weird.
And it may not be arranged that way anymore. It could be fenced in or otherwise divided off.
Perhaps if the souls of the departed are lingering anywhere near, if they are gregarious spirits, may enjoy the perennial flux of people to observe. The introverted there interred have likely left long ago to more open spaces. But the feeling there is definitely weird.
And it may not be arranged that way anymore. It could be fenced in or otherwise divided off.
Bejing above, Lisbon and Ecuador below to name only a few.
Actually I just had a weird one yesterday. I went to the post office to send off a box of tobacco to help seed the new box pass so I thought I would finish up a bowl of Warrior plug left over from breakfast since it looked like it was about to rain. I had consumed my favorite Saturday breakfast of buttered toast with Marmite topped off with vegetarian baked beans, hot sauce and chili pepper with a fried egg. I was leaning with back against the cast iron subway railings at the top of the stairs of the subway, I lit up my pipe and let rip a sound that probably would not have been out of place at the circus. I was unaware that a gentlemen was climbing the stairs and was at eye level with my arse when I let go. Apparently according to the guy next to me who was in hysterics of laughter the fellow on the steps nearly did a 'Biden' and tripped up the stairs!