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mister_terrific) wrote2018-12-26 05:13 pm
mister_terrific) wrote2018-12-26 05:13 pm
Christmas time is here, by golly...
I’m STILL scratching my head over this one, and I honestly don’t know what to do, what I can do, what I should do…
Yesterday Red and I went on the annual Christmas Visit to her parents. For various reasons, we don’t see them very often, and when we do we try to keep it brief. My f-i-l is in his 80′s, my m-i-l in her late 70′s, and while they have had their health issues the past few years, they are still very active.
Oh, and as info, they are both very, very religious conservative.
Or so I thought.
Anyway, we go over and f-i-l lets us in. The minute I enter the house, I notice this really odd smell, one I’ve never encountered there before. It smells like someone has been smoking, but it didn’t smell like nicotine (my mother was a chain smoker so trust me I know what that odor is). At the same time, it doesn’t smell like cigar or pipe tobacco either. I’m at a complete loss on this, so I decide to ignore it and press on.
It was actually a pleasant visit–both of Red’s parents were happy, relaxed and fun to talk with (and this is not a usual occurrence). Her mom took great pride in showing us her new Bunn coffee maker, and on our way out the door she was rambling on about her new car and its rear camera feature. We make our farewells and get into the car.
Red turns toward me. “Did you smell that?” she demanded.
“Yeah,” I replied. “I couldn’t put my finger on what it was, though.”
“I could swear it was weed,” Red replied. “My sinuses went off the minute we walked in there, and the last time they were like that, I was in high school walking through the commons.”
I had to confess that so far as I’ve known, I’ve never smelled weed–in truth, I probably have, but never had anyone make the connection to me. But honestly, I couldn’t think of anything else that made more sense.
As I said, this makes absolutely zero sense to us. We have no idea if we are right in our assumptions, and for the life of me I have no idea if I should call and ask them about it–hell, I don’t know how to tactfully bring the subject up. It could be that there’s a perfectly logical explanation for all this–but it’s one of those things where I think we’re better off leaving well enough alone.
So…how was your Christmas?
Yesterday Red and I went on the annual Christmas Visit to her parents. For various reasons, we don’t see them very often, and when we do we try to keep it brief. My f-i-l is in his 80′s, my m-i-l in her late 70′s, and while they have had their health issues the past few years, they are still very active.
Oh, and as info, they are both very, very religious conservative.
Or so I thought.
Anyway, we go over and f-i-l lets us in. The minute I enter the house, I notice this really odd smell, one I’ve never encountered there before. It smells like someone has been smoking, but it didn’t smell like nicotine (my mother was a chain smoker so trust me I know what that odor is). At the same time, it doesn’t smell like cigar or pipe tobacco either. I’m at a complete loss on this, so I decide to ignore it and press on.
It was actually a pleasant visit–both of Red’s parents were happy, relaxed and fun to talk with (and this is not a usual occurrence). Her mom took great pride in showing us her new Bunn coffee maker, and on our way out the door she was rambling on about her new car and its rear camera feature. We make our farewells and get into the car.
Red turns toward me. “Did you smell that?” she demanded.
“Yeah,” I replied. “I couldn’t put my finger on what it was, though.”
“I could swear it was weed,” Red replied. “My sinuses went off the minute we walked in there, and the last time they were like that, I was in high school walking through the commons.”
I had to confess that so far as I’ve known, I’ve never smelled weed–in truth, I probably have, but never had anyone make the connection to me. But honestly, I couldn’t think of anything else that made more sense.
As I said, this makes absolutely zero sense to us. We have no idea if we are right in our assumptions, and for the life of me I have no idea if I should call and ask them about it–hell, I don’t know how to tactfully bring the subject up. It could be that there’s a perfectly logical explanation for all this–but it’s one of those things where I think we’re better off leaving well enough alone.
So…how was your Christmas?
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They could be using it for actual medicinal purposes?
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Illinois is only a half hour drive away?
Let Red investigate if she feels its necessary -- her parents.
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