On the way to work I was going down a road with two lanes in each direction. I was mostly side by side a little red sports car, specifically a Chevy Cobalt Coupe. At a light, I glance over and noticed she had one of those off-center ponytails that I think look goofy. Then I see her lean down and bring her fingers to her lips. I say "No way" to my self. While going down the road I see her do the same thing at two more lights, the last one punctuated with a little shake like she burned herself. Then at the next one I see her bring a pipe to her lips. I guess the roach she was sucking on was getting to small.
After her exhale, she looks around and notices my stare. Yes, by this point I am staring in disbelief. After brief eye contact I roll my eyes and shake my head while looking away. Then she pulls out her cell phone. Perhaps she needed to call her dealer to hook her up with some more cheeba. I mean, it is only 8 am and if she needs a doobie that early its gonna be a long day.
Am I some prude? Hardly. There is a reason I recognized what she was doing. I don't anymore because it made me feel stupid (and she was looking less than bright in my book). Even though I have no problem with people using a bit of weed recreationally, I look at smoking weed and driving the same way I look at drinking and driving: It ain't cool. I really didn't want to get her jammed up with a possession on top of a DWI, so I didn't call the cops with her plate when I got to work (and luckily I didn't hear about any accidents this morning).
To the chickie-poo with the doofy ponytail thinking she is so cool getting high first thing in the morning - You're not cool. Actually you are pretty pathetic. Also, you are surrounded by glass and I (and every other commuter around you) can see you. Next time I might not feel so charitable.