Me to, many, many moons ago after a long night out in Amsterdam drinking all night, in the early morning hours we found our selves in The Bulldog.
No booze sold there, strange we thought?
Instead, we were offered coffee and chocolate cake, both of us having the munchies and being naive, thought yep, good idea.
Because you have to digest it the effects are delayed.
Driving home just after, it kicks in, my mate decided he could change gear from 5th to 1st in one go.
There we were, stoned, stuck at the side of the road with a knackered gearbox.
We managed to flag down a taxi to get us home.
My mate had to explain to his boss the next day why his company car had to be recovered and was delivered to the office from Amsterdam.