Good On The Green

We decided to drop the kids on the grandparents and go to Atlanta this past Sunday. Something, anything, to brighten up the dismal day. We made it as far as Little Five Points. The rain let up while we were there and we actually had a nice time shopping and people watching. We went to The Yacht Club for some beer and burgers, then we headed back to the car.

We were parked in the "secret" back lot because we didn't have any cash to pay to park. As we were walking toward the car, a guy started to walk toward us...he was looking at us very intently. Or at least, I thought so. When he was just a few steps from us, he said, "Hey man, are you good on the green?" and Joe didn't miss a beat...He said, "Yessir, we're good." and the man just nodded and walked on.

We walked on toward the car and when I was sure he was out of earshot, I asked Joe what he meant. Joe laughed at me then. And I mean, he really, really, laughed at me. I started thinking maybe Joe knew him and he was inquiring about his golf game or something...but then I decided against that scenario. I began entertaining the idea that he was begging in reverse when Joe stopped laughing and looked at me and shook his head. That's when he told me the man was trying to sell us some reefer.

Maybe I'm getting old or going stupid or worse because I had NO idea that's what he meant. Odd things have been happening more and more when we go out. The other day, someone approached me and asked if the tragus piercing in my right ear was a hearing aid.

Just call me Granny...