I think I was 20 or 21 and had befriended, through my job, a guy who lived a couple blocks from me. He invites me over to a party one night and at some point someone else who lived in the building started talking to me so I handed him a bong.
As he's taking a big hit I ask him, "So, what do you do?" and - in that voice that only a stoned person can make when they're trying to hold in their hit and talk at the same time - he says to me, "I'm an engineer at Boeing."
I think I just stared at him.
I do know that's the only thing I remember about that party.
So you think all of us Boeing engineers are sitting around at night toking joints? :)