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Such a helpful clerk

The lad went over to a cross country team mate’s home tonight along with a couple of the other elder team members for a night of poker. The host was one of the senior girl cross country mates. A couple of her friends, who are notoriously good poker players, joined in. Parents in attendance, thank you, and it was agreed beforehand that since they were all 18, those who wanted would be allowed to go outside and partake of celebratory cigars at some point in the evening. Today was their last meet of the season. They won and won big and will be going on to the state championships in a couple of weeks.

Now, the cigar thing doesn’t bother me too much. The idea is much more intriguing than the actual doing. As with many other things, the less fuss I make, the less alluring it is. Cheap cigars simply taste lousy.

Anyway. On the way over to the host’s house, the lads stopped in at the local convenience store to get some cheap cigars. Phillies. The clerk on duty is my age or a little older. And she seemed not to be quite on their wavelength tonight. When they asked for a package of Phillies, she pointed to the flavored ones and said those were the most popular—the peach or the sour apple flavors. And then said, “You gonna use them with some weed? The flavored ones are better.”

Now, I know these boys aren’t entirely babes in the woods when it comes to knowing about such things, but that one had them stumped. “Uh...no,” they said. They grabbed the plain old Phillies and plunked down their money, rather incredulous that the clerk didn’t card them. It was sort of like the old wink and a nod transaction. The lad said he felt pretty weirded out by it.

Well, I’m not weirded out. I’m just mad. Like we need adults behind the counter ready and eager to aid and abet pot smoking with a little advice on the side? With no carding? I think she and I are going to have a talk tomorrow.

Geez, I’m steamed!

I noticed, incidentally, that the box of Phillies came home virtually untouched and went in the trash. They were too nasty tasting. I think, however, the store incident left a worse taste.

Posted on 10/30/05 at 01:46 AM
 




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