Shadow
I did not walk in the shadow
Hmmmm
Silly
Naïve girl
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
Too dirty
Not old
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
20-something
Nearly apoplectic
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.
Poor guy.
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!!!!!!!!
Oh.
I guess I should be more covert and walk in the shadows.
It feels sneaky.
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