So I purchased a bong on a recent trip, a huge green ceramic bong, I named the Green Goblin. I had to take it through airport security, where they made me take it out and set it on the counter for inspection. These two old ladies were passing by and stopped to comment on my fantastic piece of pottery. They asked me where I purchased this amazing artwork so I sent them to the local head shop. I can just imagine these two 80 somethings walking into a den of paraphenalia to purchase a bong just like mine. I would have loved to hear the conversation they had with the stoned hippie at the counter.