You: a slightly sketchy looking thirtysomething wearing a wifebeater and jeans who, while passing me in front of a scrapbooking store in downtown Camrose at 10pm tonight, asked me if I had any coke to sell you. After informing you that I did not, you wished me a Merry Christmas, shook my hand, and continued on your way.
I just wanted to thank you for making my night.
