A Rose In A Glass By Any Other Name Is A Crack Pipe
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Getting gas at a local Chevron station, I popped inside to buy a bottle of water and a newspaper. Standing in front of me in line was an attractive woman, dressed in what might best be considered intentionally eye-catching cut off shorts and a tight-fitting blouse, accented with stiletto heels.
She brings to the counter something called a “Chore Boy”, which is a brand of wool mesh pipe cleaner. You’ve seen these before — little round scrub pads one might use to clean dirty dishes.
She then asks the clerk behind the counter for something I’d not heard of before: a “rose in a glass.” The clerk nods and asks, “which color?” The young lady smiles and says, “It doesn’t matter.”
The clerk pulls a small box from underneath the counter with an assortment of small glass tubes containing various colored silk roses. She randomly selects one and hands it to the young lady, who asks how much this odd item and her Chore Boy will cost. The total is around $5.75.
The young lady pulls a handful of wrinkled bills from her pocket, and mutters “expensive” as she counts out what turns out to be about a dollar less than the total bill. She tells the clerk, “Wait a minute,” and walks out of the store toward a black Ford Mustang with pitch black tinted windows. About a minute passes, and then a man exits the car and walks into the store holding a credit card.
“How much?” he asks the clerk, who motions to the cashier display. He slides his card through, crumples the receipt when handed to him by the clerk, and walks out with his Chore Boy and rose in a glass.
Having stood there watching all of this, I couldn’t help but think I’d just watched something a little odd transpire.
Later I got home and worked my Google , and quickly discovered that I’d learned a brand new lesson in drug paraphernalia. The term “rose in a glass” does in fact refer to just that, a silk rose in a glass tube, purchased in bulk from vendors in China. The rose, however, is incidental, because it’s the glass that serves the purpose the young lady at the store wanted to use it for — as a crack pipe.
The Chore Boy, I also learned, serves as a filter between the crack cocaine rocks in the glass and the user’s mouth. Just a little pinch of brillow stuffed down the glass tube and you’re ready for action.
And that, my friends, is my lesson of the day, which I pass along to you in case you happen to find yourself buying a bottle of water and a newspaper and a peculiar transaction involving a glass Chinese trinket and a dish scrubber goes down in front of you.
You never know what new knowledge a day may bring.
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Image credit: Wikipedia Getting gas at a local Chevron station, I popped inside to buy a bottle of water and a newspaper. Standing in front of me in line was an attractive woman, dressed in what might best be considered intentionally eye-catching cut off shorts and a tight-fitting blouse, accented with stiletto heels. She brings to the counter […]