One time (more than 10 years ago) as I was walking up the street, barefoot, to buy some jam a guy stopped his car by me and asked if I had a spare phone I could give him. I said yes.
He drove me to my place. I gave him an old phone. Then he drove me to his.
He asked if there was anything I wanted. I said jam (and noticing that he had lots of paired socks around his place) and socks (you can never have too many pairs of socks). I guess he took pity on me since I was shoeless that day and gave me both.
Then he gave me meth from a bong. But since I already took dex-amphetameme, all that did was get me to normal and make my mouth feel smoother.