Today we met a college friend, his wife and their new baby for lunch. His wife was kind enough to bring me some pregnancy books, which I sat on the edge of the restaurant table. A man sitting behind us saw the books and our friends' baby and was making small talk about kids. All normal enough.
About a half hour later, he asked if I know what I'm having yet, to which I replied that we would find out in February. His advice?
"Don't have a boy. My son was growing three marijuana plants in his closet with a grow light (emphasis his). LIKE I WOULDN'T KNOW!"
Uncomfortable silence on my end. "Ummm, thanks?"
End conversation. The wings were good.
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