As those who know me know, I have a passion bordering on mania for collecting flags from the different places I visit. When on the road, I can become like a shark sniffing the waters for the local colours and when I find one and buy it, well, it just makes my day. I'm a total junkie. But never quite a literally as today.
Mike and I were strolling down R.G. Road, a popular area with many shops, restaurants etc., looking to get some souvenirs, when a shaggy looking dude selling some maps along the street got our attention. Did we want some maps? No, but Mike suggested that if he had any flags on him, I surely would be interested. Well, he didn't have any, but that didn't stop him from offering to go track one down for me. I politely declined, not wanting to get involved in some complicated dealings.
So, we go on our way and stop for dinner a great local vegetarian place. Excellent food, and superb value. After that, we head on back to where our driver has been waiting patiently for us. But who do we run into on the way back, but our map-monger friend with an Indian flag in hand - just the one I wanted. Well, plus-one to him for entrepreneurial spirit. So we strike a deal, and I give him more than a fair price, and get my photo taken with him. I feel that high of new flag acquisition mounting.
As we turn away he says one more thing, "Wuldyuliksumhas?'
'Pardon?', says I, getting a little big closer.
"Would you like to buy some hash?"
No thanks!!! And that is the story of how Braden bought a flag from a drug dealer.
Mike and I were strolling down R.G. Road, a popular area with many shops, restaurants etc., looking to get some souvenirs, when a shaggy looking dude selling some maps along the street got our attention. Did we want some maps? No, but Mike suggested that if he had any flags on him, I surely would be interested. Well, he didn't have any, but that didn't stop him from offering to go track one down for me. I politely declined, not wanting to get involved in some complicated dealings.
So, we go on our way and stop for dinner a great local vegetarian place. Excellent food, and superb value. After that, we head on back to where our driver has been waiting patiently for us. But who do we run into on the way back, but our map-monger friend with an Indian flag in hand - just the one I wanted. Well, plus-one to him for entrepreneurial spirit. So we strike a deal, and I give him more than a fair price, and get my photo taken with him. I feel that high of new flag acquisition mounting.
As we turn away he says one more thing, "Wuldyuliksumhas?'
'Pardon?', says I, getting a little big closer.
"Would you like to buy some hash?"
No thanks!!! And that is the story of how Braden bought a flag from a drug dealer.
Was his name Lenny Getz?
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