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| - I worked at Subway across the street from Grandma's Kitchen. My ride had to drop me off an hour early in the mornings because she had work herself. I had time to kill and decided to have coffee and use the wifi on my tablet at this neat little diner. I went in and ordered. It was the first time I was in there, grandma was in the back, the son in the front, and there were no other customers. Idle chit-chat, the son was friendly enough. Very upbeat and friendly young man. Odd too, considering it was 7:30AM.
I chose to take a table outside, sip my coffee, and browse online.
The son was smoking. A familiar smell wafted by, and then I knew why the son was so upbeat and friendly. It was, of course, marijuana. I must have made a face because the son chuckled, "You didn't smell that." Grandma starts coming outside and he snuffs his joint.
Grandma asked me to leave because I had no plans to eat. I felt so uncomfortable I didn't even finsh my coffee. I left.
And I'll never return to Grandma's Kitchen.
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