December 29, 2005
On the beach in Barbados, a guy smoking a joint and carrying a jar of weed approaches my mother and brother. He asks my brother if he’d like to buy some. The dialogue:
Brother: ‘Is this generally good for business, approaching a guy sitting with his mom?’
Drug Dealer: ‘That’s your mom!? I thought it was your girlfriend.’
Mom: ‘Heehee, the druggie thought I was young enough to be your girlfriend!’
Note to self (and advice to fair-skinned people everywhere): Do not forget to put sunblock on the tops of your hands and feet and– most importantly– on your ears.