Carpet Man.

We were chilling out in the kitchen/living room, we were catching up, talking about life. Getting stoned, listening to music, chilling out. We had arranged for a guy to come over and clean the carpets. He came. I was smoking weed from my wooden pipe when he arrived. He spotted our bag of weed on the table when he put his equipment down on the floor and said, every apartment he goes in to in these apartments where we live, he always sees a bag big of weed on the table. I offered him some. He accepted with no hesitance. We all got stoned together then he cleaned the carpets and we continued to talk about life.