Great story, Karmical! Nothing quite like the nug to calm a tense situation.

Once, living in Santa Cruz, I was present when a fist fight nearly broke out between a hippie guy who was loudly complaining about some loud motorcycles, and a biker dude who was angry at him for disrespecting the rock and roll culture that 'built that town'. They started yelling at each other, and with each volley, they got closer and closer to each other. I was cringing and expecting to see a knife or gun as the hippie reached in to his pocket and screamed, "YOU KNOW WHAT, MAN?!?" and then he pulled out a big fat J and said, "We should smoke a J." The biker, who had reflexively raised his fists in defense, lowered them to his side, and said, "Hmm, ok." As they shared the fat one, they had a chance to talk things over, and see each other's viewpoints. By the end they were friends, and no one even remembered the bloody fight that almost ensued.

Keep on riding, and remember, "Stash Pockets: Not Just For Pie Anymore!"

peace,
sam