A couple nights ago, Greg and I attended a Willie Nelson concert that we won tickets to. I mention that we won the tickets because we aren’t so enthusiastic about Willie that we would buy the tickets. But we won them, so there we were.
When we got home from the concert, our clothes stank. And this wasn’t the usual cigarette stink that our clothes have after a concert.
“Uh! My clothes smell yucky,” I said.
“I think it’s marijuana,” Greg said. “I don’t know for sure, but I think it is.”
“Is it?” I asked. “I know the smoke at the concert smelled weird. It didn’t smell like cigarette smoke, and it didn’t smell like cigar smoke. It smelled kind of herbal.”
“At a Willie Nelson concert, I think there would be some marijuana,” Greg said.
“You’re right,” I said. “I just don’t really know what marijuana smells like.”
“Me neither,” Greg said.
Yes, we might be the most naive 27-year-olds on the planets.