Sam, walking in after putting his bike in my shed: Do you have any paprika?
Me: Uh, yeah? Over with the other spices over the sink. Why?
Sam: Some guy asked me for some.
Sam: I wonder what format he wants it in…
Sam finds the paprika, walks outside for a moment, then re-enters my apartment.
Sam: Nevermind. He said he can’t use this.
Me: What? Why not?
Sam: I don’t know.
Me: Why did he ask for it then?
Sam: I don’t know. Maybe he was desperate, and he really needed paprika. Like that time we had to go to that emergency dinner party but we didn’t have any ingredents for pasta salad.
Me: Yeah, maybe.
Sam: Or maybe he thought I had weed or something.
Me: I hear flavored cocaine is real popular right now. Maybe he wanted paprika flavored cocaine. Probably weed though.
Sam: Yeah… he did look pretty rastafarian.
Me: Let’s google it!