I went to the market to get a smoothie yesterday. (I'm on a smoothie kick. I blame random Chatelaine articles.)
The girl told me the total.
"That comes to four twenty."
Me, trying to show the young, dreadlocked granola-esque server that I'm hip to what the kids are up to these days:
"Oh, that's fitting."
"Yeah, all day today...."
Me, apologizing for pointing out the obvious 4-20 reference:
"Ha, ha. Sorry."
She finished the smoothie (which was delicious, by the way--if you're looking for a good smoothie, the fro-yo place at the market is the way to go), and handed it to me:
"There you go, and you have yourself a good 4-20."
Me, suddenly feeling awkward because now my entire relationship with the smoothie girl is based on a lie:
"Um ... Thanks!"
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