I am legal

I was getting some gifts for the holiday season and was walking up a storm around my neighborhood outdoor mall.  One reason was because the parking lots are INSANE right now - the week of Christmas - and so whatever spot you can be lucky enough to find, well take my advice and never leave it!  Also, I have recently lost some weight.  And when you start to feel skinnier than your previous self, you want to keep that weight off!  So I've been doing more cardio and more walking in general.  For me, this means taking 10 flights of stairs instead of the elevator, and things like that.  I have to remind myself I am lucky to be mobile and just ABLE to walk stairs and not go into cardiac arrest.  So climb those stairs, stay on the elliptical for 5 more minutes, or do what you gotta do so we don't all end up with lard-asses and are addicted to the E! network...

So after shopping and walking around for about 2 hours, I start to walk back to my car to move on to my next errand.  I was parked on the roof of the parking lot and decided to take the stairs.

On my way up the stairs with no one around, I see maybe a 20-21 year old white male.  At first it frightened me a little bit, because when do people just hang around in parking lot garage stairwells?  Never, I hope.  But then, I noticed he had on a big black puffy coat and also had a hat on and black pants as well, and I thought to myself "oh he's a security guard" so I kept on walking.  Then I take a closer look at his jacket and I see "Roca Wear" on his jacket, and realized that not only was he NOT security, but he was rolling a joint AND the fly was down on his saggin-ass jeans.

So I just think to myself:  rolling a joint on the stairs?  whatever


Mr. Marijuana:   how's it goin?
Me:  Uhh fine, have a nice day.
Mr. Marijuana:  You know, i am legal.  You don't need to worry.
Me:  I'm not...trust me.
Mr. Marijuana:  Sweet.

If you need to justify you smokin a doobie in a stairwell with "I am legal" than you are SO not legal.  I'm all for people smoking pot and having the choice to do whatever they want, it's not my business.  But if you're 20 years old, alone, smoking in a parking lot in the middle of December on a cold ass day...well I just feel sad you're not smoking with someone else.

To each his own.  Just don't be a liar.