Vermilion
Well-Known Member
Years back I took a family vacation to key west florida. One night as I was walking down the sidewalk I saw a rasta man playing a funky jam on a big drum. He had a bucket full of money from pan-handling or performing or whatever he was doing. I dropped a dollar into his bucket and he said "thanks mon!" I asked him if he knew where I could get any of "this" as I pointed to my shirt with a pot leaf on it. He delightfully replied "oh the ganja! ye you want 10 or 20 dollar bag?" I kindly replied "20 please," and then he told me to "stand by that red fire hydrant."
The streets were packed with pedestrian traffic and people were walking right past us as he smoothly quit drumming and got up. To my surprise the tourist took zero notice in the rasta man walking over to a nearby granite column holding up the building we were in front of and placing two fat 10 bags in a paper towel on the ledge of it.
He walked the same way back to his drum all casual. Then I casually walked over to where he put them and swapped the bags with the money inside the paper towel. I went to stand back at the red fire hydrant and he got up once more, took the money and told me "thanks" and "take care, mon."
That was cool as fuck.
Anyone got any similar stories?
The streets were packed with pedestrian traffic and people were walking right past us as he smoothly quit drumming and got up. To my surprise the tourist took zero notice in the rasta man walking over to a nearby granite column holding up the building we were in front of and placing two fat 10 bags in a paper towel on the ledge of it.
He walked the same way back to his drum all casual. Then I casually walked over to where he put them and swapped the bags with the money inside the paper towel. I went to stand back at the red fire hydrant and he got up once more, took the money and told me "thanks" and "take care, mon."
That was cool as fuck.
Anyone got any similar stories?