[Someone wrote: ] > Actually, I would think that you shouldn't put mj in your pant pockets > (as opposed to other pockets) because if for some reason, you have a lot > of metal on you, and that metal detector rings, the situation could get > a little hairy when they ask you to empty your pockets. Perhaps a > jacket pocket would be better? This reminds me of something that happened to me during a trip to Washington, DC a good number of years ago. My friend and I had rented a car, and of course we were toking up, doing wippets, and so on. I had a few joints, and had the brilliant idea of carrying them in the metal wippet dispensor that I had at the time. This was winter, so I had a heavy coat, with the joints in the wippet dispensor in an inside pocket. One of our destinations that trip was the Senate gallery, where we hoped to watch the Senate in action while totally fucked up (us, that is, not the Senate). Turns out you first have to go to the Senate Office Building to get a pass. So we did. Unfortunately, there was a metal detector at the entrance to the office building. Sure enough, it went off when I walked through. I was terrified when a heavily armed cop approached me with a hand-held metal detector (I was especially scared because at the time I had long, long hair and a beard and a headband, probably fitting their profile of a left-wing radical terrorist to a T). He started waving it over me, and when it got to the place where the contraband-containing wippet dispensor was, it started shrieking. With sinking heart and trembling hands, I reached into the *outside* pocket at the same location and pulled out... KEYS! By some stroke of luck, I was carrying a bunch of keys in that outside pocket. The cop saw the keys, assumed they were causing the metal detector to go off, and waved me through. Man was I relieved. Ok, so we got the passes, and then went to the Capitol building (stopping at the car for some more bong loads of course). For some stupid reason, I didn't leave the wippet dispensor behind... I guess I figured if there was another metal detector, I'd just do the same thing. Stupid I know, but then I was young and stoned and cocky. So we went to the Capitol, and sure enough there was another metal detector. No problem, I thought, I know the drill. So I strode through it and of course it went off. I looked around for a cop with a hand-held metal detector, but there wasn't one; instead, the security people were telling me to put any metal I might have into a tray, and walk through again. Well, I took everything I could think of out of my pockets, coins, the keys, everything except the wippet dispensor with the joints in it, and put them in the tray. Then I walked through again, sweating. It went off again! There was nothing to do: I took out the wippet dispensor and put it on the tray. Of course now I could walk through without the detector going off, but in the meantime one of the guards had picked up the wippet dispensor and was examining it. All he had to do was unscrew it and he would find the joints. (Meanwhile my friend was watching all this, poised to jump out and yell "Arrest that man" while pointing an accusing finger at me...what a guy). But again the gods were smiling at me (probably getting a good laugh), and the guard handed me the dispensor without further investigation. I was through!