Walking into a gas station at midnight after smoking a joint requires an Oscar-winning performance.
Internal monologue: Act natural. Just buy the chips. Do normal human walking. Don't look at the cashier. Why am I holding the chips like a football? Am I blinking enough? Let's blink ten times quickly to make up for it.
Cashier: That'll be $4.20.
Me: Giggles uncontrollably. Performance ruined.