The Heat is Making Me Fantasize
On my drive in to work there was froth coming from the talk-radio windbags. Nothing either significant or newsworthy had occurred since midnight, and the media was both disappointed and antsy. Pictures of people smiling don’t attract much attention. Why didn’t the pot smokers go wild? Where’s the orgy? Maybe they should check on Oreo sales – surely they’ve spiked. Still, it’s early in the day. We have lots of time left to embarrass ourselves.
There are parties scheduled in most cities, and a big one in D.C., but no trouble is expected, at least not from the newly freed cannabis aficionados. Ever seen a fight at a pot-only party? Me neither. European soccer fans might switch, wean themselves from their alcohol-fueled fighting at games. Can you imagine what the doughnut franchise would be worth in a pot-friendly sports stadium?
At lunch I was somewhat surprised to see no one toking up. Then I realized the city long ago put tobacco smoking outside and that those rules now applied to herb. So, no blazing in the deli, and surprisingly little of it outside, all things considered. Most pot smokers, with the exception of their love for cannabis, were responsible, law-abiding citizens prior to re-legalization. That didn’t change with the return of legal weed.
The biggest change might have been seen on street corners. From what had formerly been flower carts and lemonade stands, with vendor’s licenses and tax i.d. numbers proudly displayed, pot was being traded openly in the central business district. This style of retail probably won’t last, but it’s fun to watch while it does. It would be nice if each community could decide its own local style of retail, but that decision will probably come from the state level, if not higher. But consider that, today, in some places, some counties are dry when it comes to liquor sales. Who can say how this will end up?