Slang … Using one word or expression for another. Let me tell you a story … Many years ago, when I was a student in Toronto, my very best friend – and he still is – and I were working in the summer to earn our keep. We were both in our early twenties, long-haired and carefree. We cruised in Geoff’s old Pontiac convertible, top down through the hot summer streets.
One very sunny afternoon about half past 5, I believe we were up near Bayview and Mount Pleasant, we’d just passed the light when a cop pulled up to us and motioned us to pull over. He got out of his police car and looked us up and down: we were wearing shorts, old T-shirts and … maybe … sandals. We had to turn down the music. Whether it was Santana or Bob Dylan or Gordon Lightfoot I can’t remember.
The cop, a pretty big guy, took a minute looking at the car registration papers and Geoff’s driver’s licence. He handed them back and said: “You guys got any grass in this car?”
Geoff looked at him … paused, smiled … “Sure do, officer.” “Want some?”
“OK. Where is it, guys?” he asked us.
“In the trunk.”
“Get out and open that trunk.”
And there was grass in there all right … two 20 gallon bags full of it. Freshly cut grass, straight off the lawns … We’d just finished a day’s work gardening.
“Get outta here …” the cop muttered as he got back into his squad car. “You kids …” “Get outta here …”
Well, you see … grass … is slang … ( and cop, too!)
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