The wife and I headed down to the Outer Banks this weekend for a little day trip and wanted to hit up our favorite restaurant down there. A little cinder block building that's grown since last we ate there, called Tortuga's Lie. They have the best fish tacos I've ever had. Well, we got there and the wait was about an hour, so we put the name in and went and sat outside. There was a little group of people smoking there nails out by us and I decided to retaliate, or provide an air freshener by packing a bowlful of some 1-Q, since it's fairly perceived as a decent smelling smoke and the wife likes it. I wasn't more than 5 minutes into it when this cute set of twins, about 3 years old or so I'd say, stepped around the corner holding their juice boxes while mom and dad was bringing up the rear with their beers while they waited to sit like us. The little boy looked at me and scowled real big and yelled..."STOP SMOKING!!!!!....STOP SMOKING OR YOU'LL DIE!!!!!!!"....Cute little shit, he was...It didn't really embarrass me, but made me wonder. What are parents telling their kids these days? Dad did turn and look at me as red as a beat and told me "Sorry." Told his son "They can do what they want." I thought, okay, well there's a good man, but I reckon it's like they say, kids say the darnedest things. I just kept smoking my bowl. The wife ad I laughed it off, but I could easily see other people becoming so embarrassed that they would quite then and there, until later. I mean, I didn't feel the best in the world, being called out in public by a 3 year old, but what do you do? I just kept doing me and smiled at him. Does make it easy to see why you don't see too many of us in the wild for the exact same thing that happened to me.
