LOL! Fun!
I like to get groceries when I reek of trimming.
Do they think the old guy smelled like freshly trimmed pot?
Why do they know what freshly trimmed pot smells like?
I should be more circumspect, I suppose ...
*snork*
[Edit] I hope you don't mind, but that reminded me of a great story ...
My father in law was a WWII vet, son of an immigrant, self-employed tailor, who invested well and rode the 70s real estate market and retired to Florida in time to ride that one too.
A simple disciplined man of that era, even if his kids weren't. He was the sort to be quietly disgusted and turn away from people whose behavior he didn't respect. Well, ahem, the first time I met him I headed over to my future wife's place not knowing they'd be there. So I get there, she calls out to come in and there her parents are at the kitchen table. At that time they were in their early 60s, nice pleasant people.
Mom is chatty, Dad is quiet, typical introductory conversation. After about 10-15 minutes, I happen to glance down at my shirt front and I see that there's about an inch of an ounce baggy sticking out of the top of my shirt pocket. Uh ... forgot about that.
So it's been 10-15 minutes ... I'm distracted by the baggy ... some sort of conversation is going on ... I glance over at him ... he returns my glance ... our eyes meet ... I look away ... still have no clue ... I can hear my heart beating, the murmur of the conversation ... ack?
But nothing was ever said, I have no idea if he saw it, and later it became clear that yes, like most of his kids I smoked pot too. He never liked it or accepted it but he tolerated the fact.
A rather unique way to meet yer father in law, eh?