I ran into Ron at a gun shop recently. He was a friend from my working days.
He asked how my family was and I told him about my brother dying from cancer back in February.
Then he told me that he wanted to share a funny cancer story.
That is when I remembered that his younger brother died of cancer back in 2006 when we were working together.
Ron had driven out to Colorado to pick him up. He may have had family out there but they were not in position to support him in his final days.
As they were driving back, it transpired that Ron's brother was smoking pot as that was the only thing that gave him relief from both nausea and pain. Unfortunately, the brother's stash was quickly dwindling.
Ron called ahead to his wife, a saintly, church-going woman. "Gretchen, you need to go out and buy some pot for my brother. We will be down to crumbs by the time we get back to Michigan."
Gretchen, who knew that God moved in mysterious ways only asked one question: "How much?"
Ron, distracted by the traffic absent-mindedly responded, "Just get a quarter."
Arriving at the family home in mid-Michigan Gretchen told Ron that the pot had been extremely expensive.
Ron, knowing of Gretchen's inexperience figured that she had not known who to go to and get a good price.
"How much?" Ron asked.
"It cost a $1000 even. Good thing we had that much in the safe." Gretchen replied.
After Ron pried his jaw off the floor he asked, "Who did you buy it from?"
Gretchen told him a fellow that Ron thought had reasonable prices...and Ron was mystified.
Then Gretchen handed Ron a baggie with a 1/4 pound of weed in it.
Ron assumed Gretchen would know he meant a 1/4 ounce.
Looking at the bag, Ron sniffed and said, "He should have given you a wholesale discount."