That Evil Weed

A couple days ago I got a bag of fresh oregano straight out of the garden from my brother.  Of course I was pulled over by the sheriff's department on the way home.  The deputy asked for my license and registration. I complied. Then he said, "Why don't you hand over the marijuana."
"I don't have any."
"I can see it right there on your seat."
"It's oregano."
"What?"
"Oregano. It's a spice. They put it  in spaghetti sauce."
"What now?"
"Smell it," said I. "Does that smell like pot?"
"Well, not really."
And I soon was on my way.  Fresh oregano is remarkably better than the dried stuff you get at the store.

fresh oregano