Thursday, December 27, 2012

Blame It On Weed

Made a stop at the Pilot truck stop in Weed, California during this trip.  Got trapped in their parking lot for a while, but I'll tell you about that later.   

The town name has produced it's own little industry for all things declaring the love of weed.  Hats, t-shirts, buttons, mugs, postcards, etc.  I guess if you do love weed, this would be the place to get the shirt that tells the world all about it.  Although, I'd think twice about sitting at your desk job drinking coffee out of a mug that says "I Love Weed". 

I don't love weed.  I've never in my life even tried weed.  Don't know what effects it has, don't know about the munchies associated with it, don't have any roach clips, rolling papers or blown glass objects used to enjoy it with.  In fact, the first time I ever saw one of those things, I thought it was a vase.  It's probably safe to assume I won't be trying weed of any kind anytime in the near future.  Especially now that my paycheck depends on what the results of a random drug test says.

In the meantime, I'll just keep driving by this little town in Northern California and chuckle, as I always do.

And I'll legitimately be able to blame my case of the giggles on Weed.

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2011: The Plum Is Missing
2010: The Voodoo That You Do
2009: Meet Me In St. Louis…If You Can Find It
2008: We Don’t Eat Gefilte Fish But We Do Like The Multi-Cultural Birthdays
2007: How To Picnic Like An Italian
2006: Dead Ant, Dead Ant, Dead Ant, Dead Ant, Dead Ant, Dead Ant, Dead Ant….
2005: The Cactus King

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