I picked up this guy who was tripping pretty badly, I think on acid.
He got in the car and asked if I had anything to eat.
I told him there was candy in the upper pocket of the cubby holder in the back.
A few minutes later he told me the taffy I had in the back was the best he’d ever had.
Knowing that I didn’t have taffy, I immediately turned around to look.
He had taken one of the feminine pads I carry in my car, and had started eating one.
I nearly drove off the road.