What, No Smoothies?
So, for weeks or perhaps months I’ve driven by this sign on 5th Ave. that says All Green. I think after my green getaway, my mind continues to teem with thoughts of raw food, smoothies, wheatgrass juice, etc…so I’ve been drawn to investigate it. Today, while wheeling the Eldo (my Dad’s Eldorado which I still have and drive some days) on my way home from dropping off my new (old) Smith Corona Skywriter to be restored, I pull in to All Green. I parked and noticed a little table outside with an umbrella, but no one was sitting there. They almost didn’t look open. I almost didn’t park, but I ended up parking and walking up to the little window, which had bars on it. It started clicking about here.
“Hi. Um, what is this place?” I ask, with eyebrows knit.
White dude with a ‘fro hair-do answers, “This is a medicinal dispensary.”
“Ohhhhhhhhhh. I thought it was a smoothie place,” I say, sort of cracking up.
Glassy-eyed dude responds, “Well, yeahhh, mental smoothies.”
I say, “Okay! No thanks! Bye!”
Guess I know now what All Green means.