1. The Parking Lot.
Walking through on this lovely Friday afternoon, I "enjoyed" a vision through the windowshields of three cars in a neat little row right near the entrance of the Safeway (we're not talking far corner, people).
Car A: Older fellow getting lit, pipe in hand.
Car B: Six younger adults compressed into four seats, attempting simultaneously to inhale the smoke emitting from Car A while mixing alcohol into Pepsi bottles and rapidly throwing the concoction down their gullets.
Car C: Ageless adult shooting up.
All windows down, basking in the lovely sunshined day before they... er... drive somewhere?
And, yes, this is the same seemingly unaware parking lot that somehow manages to tow within two minutes of their arrival anyone parking and running into Sunny Produce for organics and mom and pop shop love. Funny that. Besides, I'm not even going into what was happening in some of the other cars.
1 comment:
What -- no one turning tricks in the cars? Or is that what you're discreetly not mentioning?
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