My Mom: No! No, no, no, no, no. No!!!
I wasn't quite sure if she replying to whatever I had said or just spouting out answers. Luckily she went on to explain:
My Mom: This man just came up to my car window and asked me for a cigarette.
My mother doesn't smoke. As I'm mulling over the idea of this exchange in my head, she offers up an alternative:
My Mom: Maybe he wanted the marijuana.
My mom always (always, always, always) refers to weed as the marijuana. I find the idea of either scenario absolutely ludicrous. I begin questioning her about her location.
My Mom: I'm on the corner by the CVS. He looked drunk. He just came up to the car window and stuck his fingers up to his mouth in a "v".
That's when it all started to make sense.
Me: Mom, was he sticking out his tongue?