MAPP gas reminds me of the first time I smoked wax. An Ex and I went to a small dispensary to pick up some flower. It was so small you had the display counter, some stools for the customers and a back wall that you used as a backrest when sitting on the stools. As the budtender was packing up our order I noticed a jar full of, what looked like, a bunch of snot. I asked the budtender what it was and he told me it was wax. "What is "wax"?" I said. He looked at me funny and said "You don't know what wax is?"
Have you ever seen one of those movies where the heavens open up with angels singing? The entire backwall we were leaning on opens up revealing, what used to be, a small bar. Very similar to the speakeasies in the 20's. The bar had big glass bongs with dab rigs caulked to the top of the bars with a few jars similar to the one I first saw occupying the glass shelves behind the bar. BT pulls out a tank of MAPP gas from behind the counter and proceeds to fire up the dab bowl until it's glowing red. Keep in mind I have no idea what is happening here and my ex is just that much more clueless. BT looks at me and says " When I tell you to hit it hit it hard. In fact, take some deep breathes and when you're ready let me know and then clear out as much air out of your lungs as you can before taking this hit!".
After almost coughing out both lungs my ex takes a monster hit and follows with the same gag ritual. We grab our shit and leave. As we're driving back the wax is really starting to come on and, because my ex's apartment was near an airport, a bunch of planes are flying in low trying to land. We are completely freaking out by this time thinking the planes are going to crash into us!
The dispensary was around 20 minutes from where she lived. Took us 2 hours to get back..........