On A Limb with Claudia

“Dude, you so are,” the man across the table says.

I’m sitting at a crowded table geeking out with the OChem professor in front of me. We’re talking about his research project. He’s giving me the blow by blow details and, well, I’m fascinated. Until I hear this comment.

I look up at the man across from me. Uh, his name is…. I don’t know. He laughs.

“Grinning boy here says he’s not a pot head,” the man says. “And I know for a fact that we’ve been smoking pot together since junior high.”

All right, I have a contact high from these two. “What is he talking about?” I ask.
“I was saying that I wasn’t a pot head in high school,” Grinning Boy says and smiles the wide smile he’s named after.

“You were too,” his friend says.

“No,” Grinning Boy said. “I smoked pot in high school but I was not a pot head.”

“What’s the difference?” I ask.

They both start talking at once. I’m not sure what they are saying because the music is loud, I have organic chemistry in my head and they are both talking at the same time.

But they nod. They’ve come to some agreement.

I look from one face to the next and nod. Glad that was decided.

Now I wonder what they decided. Any ideas?

Update: 1/27/06 - After much discussion last night, it was decided that the man across the table is called Phil.  Make a note of it.

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