As I got to northern Washington, approaching the Canadian border, I decided to divest myself of ganja. I stopperd in a cute home-made-looking little espresso stand, ordered a latte and asked the barista girl if she smoked weed. Well, yeah-uh!
” Here’s some California Gold, I don’t want to take it into Canada” I handed are a baggie with maybe 1/4 oz of organic homegrown and she started jumping up and down. Her eyes were sparkling (and she was cute!). “I’m going to call my friend…” She handed me my latte and said:
“The coffee is so on me!”
Reminds me of the line in the movie American Beauty where Kevin Spacey’s wife drives up to the window of the hamburger stand where he’s working — in a car with her boyfriend, — and as Kevin’s co-worker hands the wife her order, she says, “You are so busted!”
Valley girl poetry.