Nic Casey, of Coeur d’Alene, hasn’t purchased rubber cement for some time. But he’ll be ready with his driver’s license if he has to do so. You may think rubber cement is harmless. But someone out there doesn’t. Seems a 50-something co-worker of Nic’s was carded when she and her husband tried to buy rubber cement at a local Wal-Mart during the New Year’s weekend. Nic laughed when the co-worker told him the story. His colleague and her husband are old enough to be Nic’s parents. She said her husband challenged the clerk who demanded identification: “You mean to tell me that there are crack dealers on the street selling cocaine, and you want to see ID to sell rubber cement?” The cashier responded, “Yes.” But Nic’s co-worker assured him that modern rubber cement has a kick. “Have you smelled this stuff recently?” she said. “I nearly got high just using it for the project I was finishing.” Replied Nic: “Are you kidding me? I sniffed that stuff the whole way through my high school days.” To which the co-worker replied: “That explains a lot.” Badabump. Onward/DFO, SR Huckleberries. More here.
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Question: When did you last use rubber cement?