If you crash into me I will break your bong

Last night on my way home from Seattle I noticed that the two young men behind me, in their beater car BTW, were passing a pipe back and forth as they drove down the highway. Not a tobacco pipe, mind you, but one that contained weed.

Now you could question me. “Gee Christy are you sure it was pot?” “It could have been a fancy cigarette holder.” “How’d you even see that it was a pipe?”

I’d concede that those points could be valid; I mean it was not like Cheech and Chong were rolling down the highway with a smoke filled car. But I am certain they were smoking weed for a few reasons.

1. They were looking around every time one of them took a hit
2. They were giggling like school girls who just said hi to the boy they like in the hall
3. They were so far up my ass on the freeway I could see the redness of their eyes

And other factors that shall not be made public.

CW