This Pot Is Handed Down From Generation To Generation

(I’m talking to [Coworker #1] about a recent road trip I took, and [Coworker #2] walks by mid-conversation. My coworkers tend to see me as a goody two-shoes, mostly because I can’t drink due to a medical condition.)

Me: “So, when I stopped, the pot fell out of the back of my car, and—”

Coworker #2: “Whoa, whoa, whoa! What?”

Me: *realizing how that sounded* “Oh! No, it was my grandma’s pot.”

Coworker #2: *gaping in shock*

Me: “I’m really not making this any better, am I?”

Coworker #1: “No, you’re not, honey.”

Me: “What I meant to say was that the hand-me-down saucepan from my grandma fell out of the back of my trunk, because things shifted around during the drive, and it broke.”

Coworker #2: “Oh, that makes so much more sense! I can’t even imagine you smoking pot.”