A funny Stephie story!

Reading another bloggers post recently about concernts brought up this funny Stephie story. In the comments it was stated by other bloggers that a certain place that the concert took place was a place where the "pot" smell did not linger. Well funny story.............In High School I was a "good girl" and still am.lol. I had the notion that when the kids went behind Donut Maker (the donut shop acroos from Pope John XXIII H.S. in Everett, MA) they were "smoking cigs". I was put off by that notion alone. Well it took about 4 years after HS to realize it was the wacky tabacky. My good friend Michelle let me know in a conversation about "Corbett" a boy I dated for about 2 months as a Freshman. I wondered why all the Fendi girls(richer types) would ask me where is Corbs. I really really was so nieve that I did really think in was cigs. Reg everyday cigs. That alone made me grossed out so without a doubt I would of never thunk "pot". We go to a Catholic School and I am on SADD (Students against Drunk Driving) and I am on Campus Minisrty. How would ANYONE ever do a thing like that? It is illegal! SO my first POT smelling incedent happen when Micahel and I had our first house in Revere with an inlaw apartment in the Basement. When Nonie(Micahels grandmother who needed a place to rent when she got evicted) God Bless us for taking her in ... left to go to the home we had a renter named Eddie a kid my age at the time (24) that was a boyfriend of a girl M worked with. We thought what a nice Spanish/American kid. (I point out his ethnic backround b/c later in the story you will see what that has to do with him) I was surprised to see that all of his young like myself friends had such expensive nice Beemers and Caddys and Lexus cars. Wow these labor workers do really well for themselves. (Yeah ok little girl) SO on the Friday nights I would waddel in from my Bank job at around 830 pm (bank closed on Friday at 700) all 6 months pregnant with our second baby. (first one tucked in his room /window above Eddies door) yes! I would smell his aweful smelly "Spanish cookin" so as I pull up to the driveway Michael is yelling from our sons window "Eddie 3 strikes your out" "You are out of here at the end of the month" ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! ok now I am like Micahel I know this food stinks so bad but we evict him for it?
Well as I get to the door Michael explains how he has been sheltering me from the TRUTH that the smell of the "bad" food,it is POT! AHHHHHHHHHH I start like a bat out of hell down to his apartment. Screaming and yelling how dear you bring that into my house I have a baby on the way and a 2.5 yr old upstairs and the smell is out side his window.......He almost got a slap in the face from me because I was so mad. Well his reponce was "my sister does it and she has kids, whats the big deal?".....OK you just do not know me well engough Eddie b/c I have NEVER IN MY LIFE DONE THAT EVER! He told me I was a lier! I fought for almost an hour about how I was not lying. Well Sorry kid I tought you cooked really bad Spanish food and come to find out you are smoking POT/DEALING in my house! He told us he was going to sue us for evicting him. I was like yeah and what judge was going to be like yes illegal pot is fine to smoke outside the door of your apartment. I am all stressed out typing this let alone when it was happening. So little Miss Stephie was so not with the whole pot thing that she had the notition it was smelly Spanish food.......I hope I got you to laugh and I wish I made this story up but it is the Gods honest truth...Thats the funniest part of the story ...HUH!