Saturday, March 21, 2009

Stash bags, con't.

Remember a few posts back when I mentioned I was going to take the stash bags down to the tobacco store to see if they wanted to sell them? No dice. The guy was polite, but clearly not interested. He obviously liked them, because I could see him reacting as I was pulling them out of my bag. He seemed to like the rasta one the best as it warranted a smile.

Maybe he was feelin' irie. Then again, maybe not, since he basically told me where I could put them.