When I was in 5th grade we had a subsitute teacher named Mr. Cannabis. Now, I can’t tell you if that’s how he spelled his name or not, but I do remember that that was his name. I also remember that none of us ever noticed that at the time.
…Like my dad. He was walking around sporting this brand new belt he’d bought himself. He was proud of the great buy (like 5 bucks or something), but the buckle was a big ol’ weed leaf!! Straight cannabis! My dad is an HR director for a swanky retirement community, people!! Here went our conversation:
Dad, do you know what that is on your belt buckle?
Huh? I don’t know. I just needed a new belt, so I bought this one.
Dad, it’s weed!! (Doubling over laughing at this point as I realize he really has no clue.)
Oh, well, I didn’t know.
Obviously. I need you to get another belt. You can’t be walking around with weed on your belt.
I then took him to my laptop and Google Imaged “cannabis” so that he could see for himself. He seemed like he still needed convincing.
Fast forward to Monday…
I went to meet him at his job for lunch. He has 200 employees where he works, many of them are young…and know what the hell weed is when they see it. I looked down at his belt buckle and there was a hole where the weed emblem used to screw in.
So, I see you got rid of the weed leaf?
Yeah, all the young kids were comin’ up to me, giving me five and winking at me, going, “Yeah, Mr. F.”
I’m glad you got rid of it.
Mental note: Daddy needs a belt for Christmas.