We've all been there. You're standing in the crowd, just trying to enjoy a show. Then you get a tap on the shoulder, and suddenly, you're a drug dealer! You've been thrust into an illegal interaction by some creep with a hankering for Molly, Tina, or Mary Jane, depending on the performing act.
It happens a lot, and it's about as annoying as that girl in front of you who dances like a chicken and won't put down her phone. If that scenario sounds at all familiar, chances are you've had to deal with at least one of the following pain-in-the-ass concertgoers who were jonesing for some druging. Read on.