"but i've got all this hash!"
sunday night it was ug-ly outside. started out as snow, but quickly turned to fat chunks of slush falling from the sky. oh, and tiny beads of hail. to the point where i was walking past a building and literally couldn't see because if i opened my eyes, the hail would pelt my eyeballs. even looking straight down, they would somehow hit my coat, defy the laws of physics, and end up scratching my pupils. so, i had to walk half a block with eyes closed, using the wall next to me as a guide.
naturally, once i get home, i decide that tonight is a good night for sushi. luckily, the hail subsides a bit, and i only have to walk around the corner to pick up my sushi. i place my order (which i really don't have to say anymore, since i order the same thing every time, and i'm pretty sure they know my voice, if not at least my phone number), and walk to pick it up.
i turn the corner, and a man approaches me:
man: "do you have any rolling papers?"
me: "oh, no. sorry."
man: "maybe a bowl or something?"
me: " a bowl? no, i don't."
man: " damnit. i've got this brick of hash that i want to smoke. i mean, i'd obviously have you join me if you've got a bowl."
me: "oh, no. i stopped smoking like 2 years ago."
man: "okay, well, do you at least have a cigarette?"
me: "shit, no. i just grabbed what i needed to pick up my sushi."
man: "ugh. i'm dying here! i'm doing my laundry and i have NOTHING to smoke! oh well, thanks anyway. have a good night."
me: "you too. good luck and i hope you find that bowl."
he was actually quite charming. i felt really bad that i didn't even have my cigarettes on me.