I had to laugh at the guy in the Jeep next to me at the red light. From the passenger seat he cleaned out his pot contraption (the name escapes me), tapping it on the side mirror to shake it free of stuff. He looked like a pothead: army sweatshirt, snowboard hat, unkempt and unshaven, but there was something sweet about his face. My window was down so I took a big whiff, but the scent didn't linger. I rolled my eyes with a smile on my face, half amused but mostly entertained. He caught me. As I drove away he noticed my CSU bumper sticker and yelled back that he went there too. I laughed out loud; life is funny.
And on a more charming note: