I was walking through the white walled, bland, boring art gallery that had some fancy pillars and some nice paintings. I was a local , off duty policeman on a school tour with my wife’s class. She had wanted help with looking after her class of 35 Primary school students.

After walking around with them , I noticed something peculiar about the paintings. Every single painting was signed MJ. However it seemed to be colour coded. Some signatures were green while others were painted over in red.

During our lunch break, I discussed this with my wife. “Hey, do you think there’s something strange with the colour coded signatures? They all have the same initials of M and J.”

“Did Micheal Jordan pick up painting? First Basketball, then Baseball and now Painting? He amazes me with his raw talent.”

“No, it’s probably not Micheal Jordan, I can’t imagine him painting those flowers over there.”

“How about Mary Jane? The Actor?”

“Now that you mention it, a few of the paintings did smell like Mary Jane.”

“Wait, Honey, are you cheating on me!?”

I leaned over and whispered: “No, I meant the drug.”

She gave me a confused look and then said: “Why did you use the nickname for it?”

“Well, there’s a handful of people here who should stay away from such substances…”

“Like who?”

“Like your whole class?”

“Oh… that’s right.”

“I’m afraid I’m now on duty again. I have to go and figure out why these paintings smell so much like Mary Jane.”

Then the Art Gallery receptionist approached me and said, “I’m afraid you have no right to search this building without a permit.”

I replied “Too bad, I have a permit,” as I lifted the permit out of my pocket.”

I then found the ‘Mary Jane’ hiding behind the paintings that had a green ‘MJ’ signature there.

I checked behind the paintings red MJ signatures and found nothing.

“Sir, you are under arrest for the possession of that substance that I will not name due to there being children here. I’ll take you and the evidence to the police station for further questioning.”

“Noooo my Marijuana stash!” He shouted as I pulled him towards the police car.

“Miss, what’s a Marijuana stash?” Asked the student class representative as she gave my wife a confused look, she then continued to say : “ This happened during the field trip, so I believe that this is very very important for us to learn about.”

The other 34 students followed accordingly and joined in and began chanting:

“Yeah , Yeah, Tell us what a Marijuana stash is!”

My wife had a very concerned and nervous reaction written across her face. She then facepalmed herself and uttered out:” Worst field trip ever.”