OK . . . I've never owned up to this before . . .
Back in the 90's when my vocational status had reached the dizzy heights of carpet cleaning . . . I came across an interesting discovery. As I was removing the cushions from a woman's sofa for cleaning purposes, I came across a wee plastic bag with some plant material in it, along with an uncomfortably large number of condom wrappers. The lady of the house was talking to me from the next room, so I quickly stuffed the wee bag in my pocket and gathered up the other litter and stuffed it in the machine waste tank. At that moment she entered the room again and I carried on all normal like.
Of course I knew what was in the bag, and obviously felt it worth preserving, but in all honesty I forgot about it until I was on the way home. At this point, alas, sin overreached me and I stopped to buy some papers and a lighter. Home was still a 20 min drive on the highway . . . so I sucked on this doobie most of the way home. It was a little after six when I got home . . . and I had about an hour before giving the instruction talk on the TM school.
My hypocrisy knew no bounds, I know. But TTATT was beginning to emerge in the form of the devil.
My wife asked me afterwards why was I smiling so much all through my talk . . . Oops.