Pull up a bucket

Last week at the hardware store, there was a man sitting on a bucket clipping his fingernails. Really, I'm all for a little handiwork while you're just sitting, chatting, but maybe you could finish the fingernails at home. Though the staff has been a bit surly lately, though nothing like the girls at the grocery store) I still prefer this local hardware store for it's quirkiness. Old guys clipping their fingernails seemed a bit over the top even here, though.

While he was clipping his nails, the man on the bucket was arguing with a middle aged clerk, insisting that youngins like him just didn't understand how the world used to be because it's sooo easy these days to buy marijuana. The clerk's sole response, repeated over and over was "you don't know that--you're too young to remember thatem."

Now, there are a number of things that make this story strange.
1. First, the man sure seemed as though he was old enough to remember
2. Of all things, marijuana? I'm not one to argue that life isn't easier these days--carrying a few buckets of water out to the far pastures convinces me of that regularly--but, really.
3. In a funny twist of fate, the daughter of the hardware store proprieter is the local police officer. I wonder what her take on the conversation might be.