I was out walking the dog this evening when a gust of what I thought smelled like shitty weed blew over the sidewalk. Then came another, and then it was unmistakable. Only when we entered a big cloud of it did I see the guy sitting at the bus stop, brazenly exhaling a huge puff of smoke.
Willa did her usual bounce-and-wiggle greeting, and then she kinda went nuts, or at least more nuts than usual.
"Yeah, I think she smells it," the guy said, and I rolled my eyes, because who on the entire block couldn't? Willa really started pouring it on then, wagging, lunging, and whining while twirling around on the end of her leash.
"Yeah! I think she likes it," the guy said, and I started laughing because holy shit, dog, calm down. She really did seem to like it, unless she's just one of those dogs who gets super excited when she sees stoners at bus stops.
"Hey, you want me to get her high?" the guy said as I dragged her away.
"No, thanks," I said over my shoulder.
"Ok. Bye."
"Bye."
Everyone did say getting a dog would make it easier to meet people.