Went to the Gents, washed my hands, and thought I would take a pinch of the Wilson's Aniseed Extra that I bought in Bird's yesterday (Fine snuff by the way, very similiar to Tucky)
Anyway, as I was taking a pinch, the doorman, a great big bear of a middle eastern man, who nonetheless is a very friendly chap, came in, and looked horrified at what I was doing.
I told him it was Snuff, but he had never heard of it, so, very politely, I must add, he asked me to give him the tin, so he could check with the management...Who laughed, as they used to sell snuff in their previous pub in Yeovil. They told the doorman snuff was a tobacco derivative, and he promptly gave me the tin back, to much mirth all round.
I Can understand why the doorman did what he did, as the pub is a very friendly, "clean" (drug free) environment. Did the guy have to shake my hand quite so hard though ? When this guy shakes your hand, it stays shook ! ;O)
This comment was the perfect way to start my mourning. Sorry about the happening but in my eyes its another funny story with a happy ending. I'm happy they understood.
I was at a club here in Seattle and a circle of us were making piles on our hands and taking snuff when just after everyone got some the bouncer grabs my tin, we played tug of war while I tried to explain what it was... He won and I was very sad. about 5 minutes later one of the DJ's comes over to me and gives me my tin back. It was all smashed after the tug of war death grips we had... BUT I GOT IT BACK!!!