So I hop over to the Luk Oil during my break at work today. I'm finishing up my transaction when I hear somebody shuffle in through the front door. First thing out of her mouth is: "This is dumb." What? I ignore her cuz all kinds of crazy shit happens in the city. Then, as I'm pocketing my change, she asks one of the clerks, "Have you seen my chronic?" Now I pause. Have I been so out of the hipster scene that chronic means something different from what's going through my head. Next up: she says, "I can't believe I lost my marijuana." She then trudges out of the store. I watch her waltzed across the parking lot. She scratches her back and lifts up her shirt. And what do I see? A tramp stamp on her lower back. Who knew.