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To give a bit of background info, I'm a full time student at a private university in Denver. I live off campus, but only a few blocks from campus.
My neighbors, with whom I "share" patio space with (a flimsy divider seperates my balcony from theirs), enjoy regular doses of weed. I don't mind this since they are in their own home, and keep the windows closed (for the most part) on my request. I don't like watching my cat get a contact high.
I really don't care what people do in their own homes. Its their home, not mine. End of story.
Today, though, I actually walked back into the grocery store after loading up my car to tell the manager that there was a guy sitting in his parked car (right next to mine) stinking up the whole place. Part of me feels bad. I have no idea what his medical needs are. He could have a script for it. But when I put my groceries in the car, all I could smell was reek.
To the toker in the parking lot: I'm sorry about narcing on you, but go do that at home, and don't blow it in my car.
My neighbors, with whom I "share" patio space with (a flimsy divider seperates my balcony from theirs), enjoy regular doses of weed. I don't mind this since they are in their own home, and keep the windows closed (for the most part) on my request. I don't like watching my cat get a contact high.
I really don't care what people do in their own homes. Its their home, not mine. End of story.
Today, though, I actually walked back into the grocery store after loading up my car to tell the manager that there was a guy sitting in his parked car (right next to mine) stinking up the whole place. Part of me feels bad. I have no idea what his medical needs are. He could have a script for it. But when I put my groceries in the car, all I could smell was reek.
To the toker in the parking lot: I'm sorry about narcing on you, but go do that at home, and don't blow it in my car.
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