so i am at work its around 11pm and im outside gathering up the last of the carts before we close. i finish puting all the carts when i walk in and see a young guy looking at our little cigar section, and a little light goes off in my head "blunt raps" so i go back outside and chill and wait for this guy hoping he was holding and i could buy a dime off them for later in the night. well i see him walking out with some swishers i was just thinking yes bingo . i walk up and the conversation goes like so me-"you about roll up a fatty" him-"what?" me-"o never mind" him- "woah woah no bro hold, you got some dude?" me- "haha no man i wish i was hoping you had some" him-"shit man i feel your pain" at this point he just gives me a hug walks to his car well i didnt get any weed but i gained something better, the knoldge that we as stoners are a family and have a deep understanding that most other people dont have for eachother
Other than the basic feelings of pain and love and so forth, the pain/ understanding i feel the most is someone looking for a bag (of weed) and not being able to help him out...