FTFY, though now the presumption may warrant a sticker labeled "not for meth*" *Freal though!
There was a time that I was in my early 20's, and one of the old hippy managers had smoked at the shop on a weekend (we let most folks tinker as long as they clock in, even though they don't get paid, insurance is peace of mind) and left a pretty glass pipe half with a bowl of flower half burnt on the table. Worst part, everybody (but the hippy guy who wasn't told) figured it was me and kept it quiet until I drag my ass in late as usual, and while I'm shocked to see it, I figure it out and play it cool, claiming it as my own, 'don't tell dad, ok guys! PLEASE!'. Sure enough, it earned me some clout, the guys never narced, but they picked on me for 6 months every morning about being stoned. It was wild, in one way I 'lost their respect', but in another, gained their trust.
We have a totally new crew now except for a guy or two, one who was there would probably remember it as a different story, about the obviously stoned vinyl installer leaving it out or some jazz.
Fun Times!