A coat has been forgotten at the place where I work. I looked in it's pockets and found out a metal box with everything needed to roll your own cigarettes (was smelling more like Marijuana than tobaco, if you ask me), two or three "Peter Jackson" cigarettes and an (empty) bag of Hashish.
I also found out that the owner of the coat is a student at the Montréal's Polytechnique (a school famous for forming engineers). The fact that leaving my workplace without a coat when it was -3° C outside makes me believe that he was pretty drunk and/or stoned.
Hah ! An engineer wanna-be smoking weed. Where's the world going ? Next time I cross a bridge, trust me that I'm gonna move really fast.