I normally don’t eavesdrop on other people’s conversations. OK, actually I do, and sometimes I even get good ideas for this column from what I overhear.
Take yesterday, for example. My son and I were having lunch at a local restaurant and seated at a nearby table were two men, one of whom was talking rather loudly and enthusiastically. What got my attention was the word “pot,” and he wasn’t talking about cooking.
The man was explaining to his dining companion how great it was that here in California you can get pot from little stores, rather than having to call a drug dealer to, as he put it, “hook you up.” He went on to say how the stores have a good selection of products to choose from and are safe and secure. That must differ from the areas where he used to get his “products.”