So, here is my daily routine on the weekends. I get up around five (which, really, to me, is six since I refuse to play ball with the winter time change), go to the gym, and then chill out in the supermarket for a coffee prior to heading home. You might think, chill out in the supermarket? How pathetic. Perhaps, but, it's literally right next door and Coffee Girl Amber has a most excellent rear view. Heck, the little table seating area in front of the window is more homie (you see what I did there) than Starbucks across the street. I sipped my iced coffee through a straw while checking book sales stats on the phone. They were pretty depressing. Finally, I was done, leaving Coffee Girl Amber to her task of decorating a cake. The bakery doubles as the coffee station. But that isn't important, so don't worry about it. As I walked back across the frontage sidewalk to where I was parked in front of the gym, an odd item caught my eye. It was a potato. It was just laying there, on the ground, under the canopy at the far edge of the supermarket. You know, the place where the homeless hang out nights until security kicks them out in the morning. Granted, this is a supermarket, and a supermarket is a logical place to contain potatoes, but it seemed like an odd place to leave a potato. It's not like it was in a place normally trafficked by a shopper where the potato would have fell from a cart or a shopping bag. Then I looked at in more closely. What, the heck. IT WAS A POTATO BONG! well, more accurately, a pipe. Someone carved two holes in it; one to place the dope, and the other from which to smoke it.