Don't Eat The Soap!
While I was at Hempfest vending tarot readings, crystal ball readings and candles, I was also selling my friend's hand-made Mystic Nile soap on consignment. I had them sitting in front of me stacked in a pyramid so that clients would be seated near enough to smell the essential oils. A literally countless number of times an old hippie would come bounding up out of nowhere from a distance, snatch up the soap and ask "are those medicinal brownies?"
"No, no, no! It's soap, it's soap, it's soap!" I'd have to yell as I intercepted hands moving towards the mouth! A couple of gentleman even pretended it was the soap they were after, nonchalantly explaining that they would be back later to make the purchase. I was so afraid that I'd make a trip to the bathroom and come back to find a hippie wolfing down my soap! My best friend claims that if she were in my place when asked if they were brownies she would have coolly replied, "Yes, ten dollars, please!" I hope you enjoyed this funny anecdote of the day.