My good friend and teammate Maya and I decided to take advantage of a rare workout and practice free morning to go for a do-nut (or 4) at Shipley's. We opted not to use her schweet Mustang and instead decided to hop on the Light Rail. As we waited to cross the busy West-U intersection separating us from the Metro platform two trains of course came by and left, as they and other forms of public transportation tend to do when you're really in a rush to get somewhere. As the second train pulled off we arrived on the platform and made the joint decision not to sit on any of the benches. We walked past a fellow traveller and over to the electronic kiosk to pay our fare when I smelled unmistakeable aroma of weed, pot, whatever. I tried to play it off (for what reason I do not know) and began to ignore it, but Maya quickly blurted out, "what is that smell?" in a way that revealed that she knew exactly what said smell was. We both turned around and sure enough the fellow traveller decided to have a few puffs of the blunt now sparked and in full effect in his hand. I feel his extreme comfort in sitting in such a public area calmly smoking this large marijuana cigar subdued our initial shock fairly quickly. And while I do not ingest any type of illegal substances I am indifferent to the preference of others to do so or not. My shock now gone, I kind of thought he was pretty cool, minding his own affairs and enjoying his free morning just as much as Maya and I were. As that shock left me, my hunger quickly returned, and with my focus now on the next train arriving, Maya and I exchange greetings with the lone smoker before hopping on the train. He was a little too out of it to actually get out on train, and as we walked into Shipley's and the famous aromas hit my nose, I was almost tempted to bring a do-nut back to our free spirited fellow traveller.
