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[correctiveshoes621]

While out and about, ran into some old friends, and the one told me this story that even made all of my Scoutleader/PTA Nightmare stories pale in comparison.



Now, Miss Thing is an ex-hippy. Sort of a biker-hippy, if you can imagine. Her husband was a bit of a 'wheeler-dealer', shall we say, and this was long before we met each other.

She never smoked da reefer, but was always fascinated by the myriad shapes and sizes and types of paraphrenalia - and back in the late 60s/early 70s, there was a lot of variety, I'm sure. So. She collected it.

Never used it. Just collected it. Want to make that clear.

She had a four-foot hookah, that had twelve 'snake arms' coming out of it. A carburetor that held an entire POUND of weed - 'for parties, I guess', she said. Stuff of every size, shape, material - glass, wood, metal, you name it - and all unused.

Well, back in 1974, the pohleece raided their commune/gang hangout/group home - and found NOTHING. Okay - they found two bags full of seeds, but could do nothing about that as they weren't, like, planted or anything. So...slightly embarrassed, they took her entire collection. Unused, but it WAS paraphrenalia. So sad..Bye-bye..




Fast forward about six years later, and she's now an upstanding member of society, etc, and in the PTA...Homeroom mother..the works. She's taking her daughter's class on a field trip to - you guessed it - the police station.

There, in a fancy glassfront case? HER ENTIRE COLLECTION, ON DISPLAY..



She said she's never prayed so hard for mercy in her life....that her daughter wouldn't call out, 'Hey! Those are my mom's!!!'





Doods. DOODS. I damn near peed myself, laughing..And yeah, yeah..it AINT funny. But, it is...