I was at the Eagle last night kinda early. I wanted to avoid the parking nightmare, so I was there at about 9, So not many folks were there yet. Nice and quiet.
I was standing there smoking my pipe and this glassy eyed
thing person tottered and lurched into the room. He was dressed in lime green bermuda shorts with pink ankle socks and birkenstocks. kind of hard to ignore, even though I was trying.
So of course he came up to me and initiated the dumbest exchange I’ve had in weeks. He asked what kind of cigar I was smoking.
“It’s a pipe” I said
“Can it be a cigar?”
“Is it cigar stuff?”
“Do you mean what tobacco is it?” I asked “It’s Pipe tobacco. For a pipe.”
seeing the glazed look of incomprehension on his face I added,
pleasantly,”They’re different types of tobacco.”
“What kind of cigar can you smoke with it?”
Clearly, there were some reality perceptional acuity problems here.
“This isn’t a cigar. It’s a pipe. no cigar here.” I was trying to be nice. I was.
“Can you smoke a cigar with the pipe if you want to? can you put a cigar in a pipe?”
“Uh …. ….. What?? “
“I’m kinda fucked up”
“Uh, yeah I gathered that”