A couple of very tall, elegant, French women are walking around our kitchen making tea.

We were doing the silent co-existing maneuver that is so popular in elevators, when one of them noticed a jar on the kitchen table: "Izzat?"

Me: "Oui c'est, madame. That is indeed, a honking, huge jar of chronic."
Her: "Croonik?"
"It's weed lady, the whole neighborhood's gone to pot. Help yourself but be careful, it's strong.
Made of Oregon sunshine."
She said: "Portland is like Amsterdam."
Me: "No, I'm pretty sure they have universal healthcare there. Here if we get sick or hurt, they want us to die or work till we die of old age. Murika."
Her: "I see why you like deu pot."
Me: "Oui, Madame."

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