And here's my WTF Weymouth Story of the Day:
Daisy the Dog and I went to Friendly's and got a gallon of ice cream and a waffle cone for her. We waited in the pick up window line, which was a mile long. Daisy made friends with some nice girls also in line -- probably high school kids. Once I got her waffle cone, I let her show off to her new friends and we did twirls and jumps. Daisy will get on her hind legs for food and also twirl on her hind legs for food. Very cute. Not at all WTFfy. Just normal.
BUT THEN on the way back, as we walked by the gas station I stopped short. All of the sudden, a distinct odor was in the air. Musky, like Spring, only more potent, like...WEED. I looked in the gas attendant little room and there was the gas station kid, smoking a joint. I gave him a chin nod and a smirk and he waved and gave me a chin nod too. Then I shook my head and kept going. Ah, Weymouth, where people smoke js in plain sight as if this is Jamaica or something.
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