I was going to make a second Christmas post to follow up my first one. But today I'm just not in a Christmassy mood.
Instead, I'd like to tell you all a story. It's a story of strangers, different paths crossing, and...uh... stop lights. Yeah, and rolling papers. Intrigued? Shouldn't be.
I was walking to work this morning, and stopped to wait for the light so I could cross. A man comes up and mumbles something, then apologizes. I smile and half laugh politely because he looks embarrassed, like he meant to speak but thought better of it.
Man - "You have a beautiful smile."
Me (flustered) - "Oh. Thank you!"
Man - "Really, very beautiful and genuine. Do you have any rolling papers?"
[excellent segue on his part, no?]
Me - "Nope, I don't. Sorry."
Man - "Of course. You've grown out of that habit. I haven't yet." (looks embarrassed)
Me - "Oh, I don't think you have to grow out of it necessarily."
Man - "Yeah, it's the lesser of two evils."
Me - "Right."
Man - "I mean, you've never heard of anyone going out raping and killing people because he was on marijuana right?"
Me - "Ha... no, guess not."
Man - (laughing weirdly) "But hey, maybe it'll make me do that. Who knows." (mumbles weirdly, moves closer to me)
Me - "Ok, bye!" (crosses street)
Moral of the story?
There isn't one. The ending just creeped me out, and I felt the need to share.