Sitting across from the Barnes & Noble display of books about marijuana, you hear and see some stuff.
One man has his nose buried in a pot cookbook. He can’t/won’t stop giggling.
Two tourists shriek, “Only in California!” They take several selfies.
Another tourist walks by and says California is “going to pot.” He’s quite amused with himself; the man reading the cookbook stops laughing.
Two young women walk by. One of them yells, “STOP!” She points at the display and says, “LOVE, LOVE, LOVE.” Her friend agrees: “totally.”
Another guy wants to know why Snoop Dog’s book isn’t there.
An older woman discreetly thumbs through another cookbook. She takes it to the register.
All this goes down in the five minutes it took me to check my email.