F.R.E.D.

Wrong again.

I was standing in line behind a little old lady who looked prim and proper. In front of her stood a younger man who didn't look like good people with his ragged clothes and he looked like a druggy in my mind. The smell of pot was quite strong. Oh, ya, it's legal now here in Michigan. The young man checked out, but guess what? The pot smell didn't go away. It was the old lady! I kicked myself for being judgy. It was funny, though. It is really easy to make wrong impressions!