I was at the local feed store, picking up some chick feed, and I noticed some spilled straw on the ground. I asked the feed store dudes if I could have it, and they said sure. They brought out a couple of shovels and helped me scoop it into my truck.
“What are you using this for?” one of them asked.
“Garden mulch” I replied.
“Ohh, sweet.” He said. “Is it a good garden?”
“Um. Yeah, I guess, I mean we didn’t grow much this year, but we had a nice crop of tomatoes.”
“Oh. I thought I was going to get a joint out of helping you.”
“Ohh! Not that kind of garden. Stuff to eat, not to smoke. I could hook you up with some really nice chard, though”.
“What’s it make you feel like?”
He just looked at me strangely.