I pick up a good looking black man in arlington. He is in his late 20's, like I said nice looking, and very polite. He sits next to me in the car. He turns to me and grinning from ear to ear, I am looking for an apartment.

The other really important detail about this young man, he smells like weed. Not just smells like weed, but absolutely reeks of weed.

So, I am debating with myself for about 5 minutes, should I or should I not say anything. I don't have a problem with weed at all. But this guy is not going to get an apartment smelling like he hot boxed for the past 4 hours.

So, I am like dude, I have been debating, Yada Yada, DUDE YOU SMELL LIKE WEED.
Yeah, my friends were smoking it. Well, just looking out for you brother.

Yeah. Thanks.

I am glad I didn't have any cookies in the car.