Sorry B A R... you've triggered a story in the minefield of Tead's random thoughts.
So, I'm a fairly friendly guy... not at all afraid of chatting up strangers. Grew up in OR. Now in The Big Easy.
One day, I strike up a chat with a dude hanging outside a hotel wearing UofO Duck colors. It was right after legalization. I point the discussion in that direction.
He just hands me a little e-cig pen and says "Knock yourself out", then strolls away.
I was left fairly gobsmacked and happy. Awesome juice/oil/magical liquid... whatever. Made the rest of my travels that day awesome.
Oregonian luv. I sure miss it.