pot head

i smelled pot right before i got in line to vote. it wafted into my nostrils and swirled around in there dinging a couple memories down. i slid my eyes to both sides checking to see if anyone else was smelling the same thing. did the scent come from somebody's breath? clothing? or was i just having a smell memory? i inhaled slowly trying to keep my chest still. the more aggressively i inhaled to find that scent, it still seemed to become fainter and more elusive. i let it go but kept thinking about it. wrote down my full name on the sign in sheet. sat down with a campaign worker where he schooled me on the proper way to fill in a ballot sheet. he typed my information into the computer while i picked off cat hair from my black shirt. he gave me the nod and i turned to the cluster of booths to fill in my ballot. walked past the line again and sniffed a couple times.

scent trails make my day.