the effects of sue grafton, the thesaurus, and a gas station encounter

Several hours ago, we had purchased a tallboy of Red Dog and a Mickey's 40 at the Giant, regaling the attendant with our tales of prior beer denial. He responded at some point, in a muted tone, 'people always say im hyper. imagine if i did drugs. thats why i dont do drugs i dont need them. isnt that right.' he turned to his coworker. 'what if i did drugs.' he monotoned, updating her as to our conversation thus far. 'oh yeah.' she said. His lack of affect made his assertion of hyperactivity laughable, but not until we were in the truck, once our amusement would be indiscernable to his enlivened, drug free ears. Not to imply he was without merit- his laidback attitude was more of an attribute, as he did not even change his intonation as we paid with a sandwich bag of change, with only four pennies left to spare.