...so there I was, Sec 322, Row KK, Seat 12--nosebleed section. Nothing but Seahawks fans for as far as the eye could see. I was wearing my Dallas Cowboys hoodie, my best friend was wearing her Broncos jacket. We were trying to root for her favorite team without getting killed and our kidneys harvested on the black market...noise, screaming fans, the drum line pounding out a beat to match that of the hearts of any football fan...
"...are you smoking on a ....?" I hear almost a whisper in my ear. I turn around and grin. "No, it's a personal vaporizor." Soon, another couple to the first persons left leans in and asks, "Is it like smoking?" Then to my left, a woman almost yells, "I was wondering what that was..." I struggled to not stand up and hold an impromptu speech about this newfangled gadget...
How cool it was last night to share what is most certainly a miracle to me. It was fantastic to see smoker and non-smoker not just interested, but totally accepting of this devise.
"...are you smoking on a ....?" I hear almost a whisper in my ear. I turn around and grin. "No, it's a personal vaporizor." Soon, another couple to the first persons left leans in and asks, "Is it like smoking?" Then to my left, a woman almost yells, "I was wondering what that was..." I struggled to not stand up and hold an impromptu speech about this newfangled gadget...
How cool it was last night to share what is most certainly a miracle to me. It was fantastic to see smoker and non-smoker not just interested, but totally accepting of this devise.
