I had to make a mad dash to Colorado this week for work. After my presentation concluded, I took the opportunity to hike around a mountain or two, and explore the small town of Telluride. As I was strolling along, using my not-quite ideal running shoes and messenger bag, two young men approached me. Suddenly, one said, "Hey, do you know where we can score some bud?" And without a single moment's hesitation, I said, "Nah, man, I don't. Sorry, I don't live here." As if to suggest that if I had lived there, I would know exactly where to find marijuana.
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