So this guy walks into the store this evening, and asks if we have any small kitchen scales. It had to weigh small amounts, in ounces.
The interesting thing is that the guy was "non-caucasian," all decked out in fashion attire related to the type of music he listens to. Judging by the small words and bad grammar he used, he definitely wasn't Julia Child trying to cook at Escoffier's.
After he left I turned to my co-worker and said "bet you can't guess what he's going to use the scale for..." My co-worker didn't catch my drift, so I had to elaborate. I made motions with my fingers and lips as if I was busting a huge spliff at a Bob Marley concert. He finally caught on and burst out laughing.
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