The weather's been nice here in P-town, so it was no surprise when the Roommate informed me that he had invited some folks over for a BBQ on Sunday. And if you're going to cook out you need to hit the grocery store to purchase something to throw on the grill, so that is exactly what the Roommate and I did. We had been out partying the night before so we were both a little sluggish as we wandered around the store, grabbing items, putting them back and occasionally splitting up and then returning to the cart with the same exact items. We were there for about an hour and really didn't buy that much, but whole process took some time, and you get the picture.
So, we're at the check out area and I realized we neglected to pick up coffee so the Roommate set out into the crowd to get some, which meant that I had to choose a check out line. Let me just say this now, if you ever see me in the check out line at the grocers store, pick ANY OTHER LINE THAN THE ONE I'M IN because I have the worst luck EVER picking a fast line. Never happens. The Roommate returned with the coffee and glanced over at the other lanes and realized the line I picked was the only one not moving because our checker was chatting with the customer in front of us, who was also slowing down production because the customer had a fist full of coupons and then needed to buy some gift cards as well. When we finally got to the checker she started to scan items and then, as she scanned my tampons, she announced "Looks like some cook out!". In my book tampons don't = cook out, but hey, what do I know? The Roommate said "Yep, having some people over for BBQ and beer. May even enjoy a little croquet." "Oh, I don't do that, haven't since the '80s probably" she whispered as she leaned in. "Maybe a shot of tequila and a margarita but that's about it. I'm in school." I was scanning the tabloids so I only heard parts of the conversation, didn't really pay attention, so there I hadn't realized there was a disconnect in the subject flow. As we walked away from the check out line, the Roommate said "That was strange, did you hear any of that conversation?" and I had to admit I hadn't been paying attention. The Roommate said "She must have thought I was talking about smoking pot because she said she was in school and couldn't do that anymore and that she hadn't done it since the 80's when I told her we were going to play croquet." "Oh" I said, "I think she thought you had said you were going to do a little COCAINE". The Roommate's face dropped. "She thought I said cocaine? That I would just announced to a total stranger that we were going to drink and eat and do coke? That doesn't make sense, if we did coke we wouldn't be eating much." The more he thought about it the more he wanted to go back and correct her but the whole thing was water under the bridge already. The Roommate retold the story at the BBQ later on and said "Some people, huh?" I added "That checker is probably in the breakroom right now telling a coworker that some customer told her he was having a BBQ and that they were going to snort some coke, too. They're probably shaking their heads, saying some people, huh?"
4 comments:
More likely they're looking for your receipt and trying to figure out your address so they can crash the party.
we had a bbq on Sunday too, great minds think alike, huh.
Cocaine at a BBQ....now that's a novel idea....let's make a big fire in a metal contraption and then do a bunch of coke and cook like crazy!
The distinctive smell of weed is often in the air of our little SE neighborhood. I don't know of many people snorting up coke though.
Portland doesn't seem like a coke town to me. The pace is too slow and why would anyone want to speed things up?
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