My neighbor caught me smoking out back, in the parking lot. She asked me why I was doing that, because she usually catches me smoking in the front.
I told her in as nice a way as possible that when I smoke out the front door, many people talk to me, and ask me silly things, and try and sell me half-used bottles of dollar-store detergent for $5, and I just hate to refuse, because that makes them quite angry, and then presto, they know where I live, because I’m right outside the door.
She told me the other day she was walking to the gas station half a block away for water (she emphasized the water, though I’m sure it was for something much more unsavory, because who walks to the gas station that late?), and it was 11:45pm, and she was accosted.
Some random guy asked her for blow.
When she said no, he tried to frisk her, absolutely convinced she had blow.
This really timid, meek, mild, hipster girl, and a crack head frisking her for blow.
Remind me never to do that, no matter how desperate I get.
For “water.”
