You know how you have those moments where everything seems suddenly surreal – a ‘whatthefuck’ moment? I had one of those today.
I had to visit one of my mum’s older friends today to drop something off for her, and I walked into her loungeroom, and what is sitting in the centre of the mantlepiece but a bong. Initially I was taken aback, and didn’t really know what to make of it.. so I asked her what it was.
“Oh, it’s an ornament, I found it under my son’s bed after he left home. It’s lovely, isn’t it?” I just didn’t have the heart to tell her.. maybe I should’ve introduced her into the lucrative world of marijuana growing. That’d certainly liven up the retirement home. (Actually… now I think about it… it’d do the direct opposite).