There was a poster in a dispensary. It had silhouettes of a Sativa, Indica, and Ruderalis. I thought it would be proper smarmy to ask the bud tenderess where the Ruderalis was. I mean, who the hell ever heard of Ruderalis?
"There are the Sativa. There are the Indica. But where are your Ruderalis?"
The BT was one of those smoken hot BT's that get my ginger gingering and I forgot to be smarmy.
Wasn't until years later and learned about autos that I realized what a daggum fool I'da made in front of the SHBT for asking for her show me her top shelf Ruderalis. Might have gotten a slap, too.