Thank goodness for random drive-by humor. In this case it’s literal. I was pulling into work and an ad came on the radio:

DAD: Son, your mother and I are very concerned about you.
SON: Yeah, I know but–
DAD: You see, we were in your room and we saw what you have growing in your closet.
SON: Dad, I can explain!
DAD: Those wilting leaves! The inadequate light! What were you thinking?

Holy crap. It was an ad for a hydroponics company. It was absolutely surreal. It was a funny commercial, granted, but I don’t know how they actually got away with that. They didn’t say “marijuana” on the air, but come on. Everybody knows that the most innovative developments in hydroponics and soil science have been instituted by brilliantly creative potheads. That’s really the shame of the feds destroying their crops when they find them. What they really ought to do is give agricultural scientists a couple of months with ganja farmers and oh, the things we could learn. We could feed the world. That is, if they all didn’t get too high to remember why they were there in the first place.

It was an incredibly stupid commercial, but it still made me laugh. It was another one of those moments where I just shook my head and thought, “only in The Bay . . . only in The Bay.”