I was 16. I didn't have any money and my friends wouldn't be able to smoke me out until later that night. But another friend let me know he had some. But he couldn't smoke me out because he was playing in a golf tournament.
So I drove 20 miles to the golf course, located his pickup, and crawled in through a window I pried open. I searched the cab and came up empty. To make matters worse, I broke one of those small windows when crawling back out of the cab (not sure why I didn't just open the door, in hindsight). I later found out he had left the weed at home by accident.
Later that night, while driving over to my friend's house to get smoked out, I saw a pickup much like his drive by the other way. When I saw the back window had plastic taped over it, I knew it was his. To this day, he has no idea who or how or why that window got broken.
I have also picked the lock on my parents' cabinet with a paperclip (easier than you think), used gum to pick up scraps of weed that fell into unreachable crevices in my car, smoked a bowl of stems, smoked a bowl of seeds, scraped resin off broken glass, and more.
One time I used my hand as a pipe. It burnt like hell but it worked for a hit. My callouses saved me from getting too burnt.
Great thread idea