Dope at the drive-through?
By CHARLES FERRUZZA
Once, in the 1980s, when I was a waiter at a short-lived disco restaurant, a table of extremely friendly but very stoned customers left me, as a tip, a little bag of cocaine. Instead of cash. I was livid at the time: I was late paying my rent and I needed bucks, not blow. Luckily, another waiter graciously agreed to take the powdered gratuity off my hands in exchange for cold, hard cash.
I remembered that story this morning after reading the recent news brief about a Florida man attempting to pay for his meal at a McDonald’s drive-through window with cannabis instead of cash.
The only thing more mind-blowingly dumb than this? Trying to sell pot on Craigslist.