I did not walk in the shadow
I walked in the open with my illegal item
Into the store
The store for weed supplies
The shadow store
And carried my bong bowl
But I couldn’t get it clean
And I needed to make sure
A replacement would fit the bong
It was in a ziplocked bag
In my purse
I entered the store
The salesman knows me
“ah, what do you need?”
I reached into my purse and took out the Ziploc
His eyes popped out
“If that’s used, don’t open it and put it away!!”
Oh my! Poor boy
Just so upset
I’m so la-di-da
Thinking “hey, what’s the big deal”
Which, as a non-sequitur, could explain why I don’t agree with the Police on some things
Oh my, please don’t faint, I thought
He quickly said, of my shadowed object, what do you need? Another one? I know the size. He was rushing. I said yes.
I paid and left.
Later that day my straight-and-narrow 24-year old son came by. In college, he minored in criminal justice. I told him about my experience. Oh crap Mom!!! You did not do that! Tell me you didn’t! You could have been arrested; they could have charged you. Mom!!!!!!!!
I guess I should be more covert and walk in the shadows.
It feels sneaky.