"No, really," said S, "There are acres and acres of the stuff. I'm not joking."
"I still don't believe you," I replied, "Show me."
S, you see, had made a discovery. The building where we work is located in farmland, and on his way to the office he'd noticed an unusual crop in one of the fields.
A group of us went to check it out and indeed, it certainly appeared that a farmer was growing what could only be described as a hardy variety of cannabis.
Excitement reached fever pitch. Plans were laid to hire a truck and return under cover of night with several large plastic bags in order to retrieve some samples for, er, analysis.
I was the tedious voice of reason.: "This is ridiculous. There's no way this can be what you think it is. At least check it out first"
One of the joys of working for a pharmaceutical company is access to analytical laboratories. However, in this case it wasn't necessary. A friendly technician took one look at the bedraggled plant proudly held in S's fist and pronounced:
"Yes, that's definitely Hemp. A commercial variety grown for its fibrous properties. You'd need to smoke the whole field to get the effect you're looking for."
Poor S. It was like shooting a puppy.
