“What are the odds that during the first 4/20 after Chicago legalized weed, everyone would be trapped inside?”
“Dumb luck, I suppose,” said Dania. “Although, isn’t the whole month technically 4-20 this year?”
“Huh.”
“What are the odds that during the first 4/20 after Chicago legalized weed, everyone would be trapped inside?”
“Dumb luck, I suppose,” said Dania. “Although, isn’t the whole month technically 4-20 this year?”
“Huh.”
Dania was sitting at her desk, working intently in one of the many spreadsheets her job saddled her with, when she was reflexively drawn up from her chair by a familiar scent.
“Plantain?” she asked herself.
She stood slowly, wanting to be sure that she didn’t disrupt her focus with a false alarm. But it was unmistakable – plantain, and what seemed like horseradish and sweet chilies.