Sitting down hauling back on a big ol' blueberry-flavoured cone now. I lucked into this stuff. The pot shop was closed due to the weather. So as I was walking back to the car, I figured I'd ask the feller in the pickup if he knows what's going on.
The black-tinted window was open a crack so I said "Hey man." The window slid smoothly open with an electric hum and I first saw a pair of squinty eyes followed by a goofy smile of someone around my age accompanied by a waft of rather pleasant-smelling smoke. Ding! A little bell went off in my head.
"This place going to be open today?", I asked hopefully. "Don't know", he replied.
"You waiting for it to open?" "Nope, got my own hahaha." Ding!
"Wanna part with a bit?" "I'll show you what I got and you can tell me what it's worth." Dingdingdingdingding!!!!!
"Right on."
He reached into hos pocket and hauled out a baggie with about 2-2.5g in it. Not quite the 3.5 I was initially hoping to buy in the store, but hey, beggars can't be choosers and he was willing to part with it. I figured that I'll get it for less than the $23 that I'd have to pay inside and still give him enough to compensate, so I said "I dunno, twenty bucks?"
"It's yours." Pretty good feller.
I went back to the car ad drove off with a wave, went around the block, parked back in the parking lot across from him behind a snow bank and proceeded to roll one for the road. I took a sniff in the bag and was rewarded with a light, sweet fruity smell, quite unexpected for something I lucked into from someone I never seen before in my life in a parking lot. It was nice and dry so I didn't have to dig my Swiss Army knife out of my pocket under all my winter attire.
When my spliff was rolled and lit, off I drove into the snowstorm to go home. Even with my factory-studded winters on the wife's car I had to be careful while smoking my joint driving. But when I was finished I was able to concentrate on the task at hand of getting home safely.
So here I am in the smoking chamber. I just finished the cone ad it's a good indica of some sort. I know because indica makes my feet tingle. Can't help but wonder if he was parked there for a reason.