At The Store

Today was full of chores, so I'm behind on my reading and blogging. Nonetheless, I have to quickly pass along what happened to me when I was at the store. You're not going to believe this.

Standing in line at the grocery, I became engaged in a conversation with two other customers about the news of propane sniffing and resultant explosion in Canton which I previously reported. The general concensus was that nobody had heard of it before and everybody was puzzled why someone would do it. Out of the blue, the cashier said she had heard that the people who were propane sniffers started doing it because they confused propane with cocaine. They apparently, according to the cashier [nametag displayed "Beth"], were under the impression that sniffing cocaine was a trendy way to entertain themselves and, since they weren't rocket scientists, they figured it was much easier to obtain propane which had to be similar to cocaine. Propane, cocaine, same-o, same-o. I guess. The cashier's explanation elicited chortles of skepticism from everyone.

If this story is true, it's the dumbest thing I've heard in some time. Hell, even if it isn't true, it's still the dumbest thing I've heard in some time. But I believe some wise man once said it's seldom wrong to underestimate the intelligence of the masses.