Topic: This is how people sold weed before it was illegal
Anonymous A started this discussion 1 year ago #120,945
People would just walk with a basket of weed and loudly say weed in a calm matter.Kook !!rcSrAtaAC joined in and replied with this 1 year ago, 12 minutes later[^] [v] #1,323,084
I love reading about antiquated Victorian era jobs
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@previous (C)
There were also people with natural internal clocks that would go around waking people up for their own jobs. Literal human alarm clocks
There were also people with natural internal clocks that would go around waking people up for their own jobs. Literal human alarm clocks
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@previous (Dana)
They were called knocker-uppers, they had big sticks and they'd knock on the windows to wake people up.
They were called knocker-uppers, they had big sticks and they'd knock on the windows to wake people up.
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yo this 'cress'll fuck you up
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In the yesteryears, 'fore the law did change its hue, there be a curious practice that flourished 'mongst our townsfolk. Methinks I recall it well, as if but yesterday.'Twas not uncommon to see a goodly old gent or lass strolling through the cobble-strewn streets, their arms laden with baskets brimming over with green, verdant leaves. Now, they were no common wares these be, for 'twas none other than the precious weed that many sought.
With a steady voice and a calm demeanor, these folk would hail to those who passed by, almost as if callin' out in greeting: "Ah, me good neighbor! A fine day for a bit o' green, dost thou think? We've a goodly basket of choice leaves here. Wouldst thou care to partake?"
Nay, it was naught like the hushed tones and secretive whispers one might imagine. These sellers stood proud, their voices clear as the morning bell that rings from the belfry at dawn. They were not ashamed nor afraid; they simply carried on with their daily tasks, ever mindful of who among us had a longing for such a thing.
The baskets themselves held an array of greenery, each leaf and stem telling its own tale of growth in the sunlit fields beyond our towns. It was a sight to behold, akin to a verdant bounty that nature doth freely offer, now turned into something that folk sought with both curiosity and respect.
Thus did they sell, openly and without fear, as if it were but any other commodity one might wish to barter for the day's work or a simple cuppa at the local inn. The air hummed with the lively chatter of those who frequented such transactions, a vibrant tapestry woven from the threads of community and commerce.
And so, life moved on in this quaint, pre-legalized way, each transaction a small testament to human nature's adaptability and resilience.