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Golden Haze

There I was...minding my own business (no really, I was - this time) thought I'd do some note taking, some observing (okay maybe not completely minding my own business), get some ideas for some posts...and the craziest thing happened. I started noticing a few people walk by my table, look at me - stare at me really, some snickered, some outright laughed. I was thinking sheesh, what's up? No one said anything - just looked at me, looked down at my table, looked at me, laughed or chuckled and walked away...that was until this guy walked over and sat down next to me. Immediately, my internal alert system went into overdrive!!! STRANGER DANGER!!! Then he says the craziest thing to me...

Stranger: Hey, yeah so are you here regularly? 
(ALARM IS GETTING LOUDER) 
Me: Excuse me?
Stranger: Nah, I'm just saying if you're here like on the reg, and you're bold enough to advertise the merch I'm straight going to switch my loyalty to you. 
Me: DAFUQ! 
(INTERNAL ALARM ON FULL ALERT...and my curiosity)
Me: What the hell are you on?
Stranger: I'm saying, I'm 'bout to be on your frequent flyer list. That ish you got I will pay top dollar for...I don't know - never had your kind before but I can't wait to try it out. How much boo?
Me: (ANGER ON DEFCON 1) Listen A$$ WIPE, I'm going to need you to get away from me before I make a call and your PUNK A$$ comes up mi--
Stranger: WHOA WHOA WHOA, I was just interested in that bag of good good. That's all baby. I mean you got it sitting out like that straight advertising that new new.
Me: (ANGRY AND CONFUSED) What?! Bag of good good?
Stranger: Look if you don't want to sell that new ish, planning to smoke it all by yourself at least let me get a sample!
Me: (Confusion turns to realization and then to laughter) Smoke? SMOKE!?? LOL, you mean this bag? Boy bye! This is not weed. This is granola clusters!!!
Stranger: Awww damn, my bad (and scurries away to the sound of my laughter

This is what he saw:😄





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