I may do this ocassionally, if it's funny stuff like this. We'll see...

Picture this: three volunteers wearing their volunteer outfits and everything, so uniformity is kind of there, walking through the Junk Man's parking lot...one volunteer is a hippie looking chic that's got a backpack on with food and clothes and other, various, volunteering items. The other two peeps are totally punk rock, tattooed, pierced, etc., and beautiful. We're on the look out for what we seek. Observation mode. I spot the weird scene of a scruffy, slightly overweight, middle aged, flanel-wearing, baseball hat-sporting, looking to be chewing tobacco perhaps, guy in a beat up old pontiac with what appears to be his father sitting shotgun. Old guy, white hair, glasses, kinda squinting and looking around...they both seem to be waiting for someone.

We finally start to cross their path. I'm making eye contact, I'm curious. The guy calls out to us "Hey"...we divert towards the car a bit, but not that close. Driver's seat guy goes "do ya'll know where the Twist concert is?". The male volunteer and I look at each other puzzled, b/c of course, we think we know where every concert is, and want to help these guys. Male volunteer goes "do you know what venue it's at? I could probably tell you where that is?" and I agree, and am looking intently at the driver guy for an answer. Driver guy "no, I don't...never mind, thanks anyway"...

We walk off down the street wondering WTF(?); as we're waiting for a light to change it hits me and I go "Dude, that guy was *totally* trying to buy weed from us!"...."maybe for Dad's glacoma"...and then we really wanted to help, but all we had in the bag was food and stuff, and it was volunteer time and all. I so couldn't hook that up anyway...

I hope that you got your bag 'redneck guys in the pontiac', coming to little five to score! God love ya...