Scoring coke...grinders...

My sister went to London for her fashion retail class. Lucky. She didn't really like it though. She did go to a gay club with her friends and had all the cute bisexual boys hit on her. Said it was filled with the cutest guys she's ever seen, but they were mostly about each other. I guess my sister must be pretty hot or something. I remember thinking she was like a sack of flour when she was as baby. Square, heavy..just sat there. And that's the way I'll always think of her, nothing less nothing more.

Her friend commissioned her to buy them a grinder.

Sister: Do you know what I mean when I say grinder?
Me: ...a meat grinder?

There's two types: one for marijuana, the other for cocaine. Her friend wanted the latter one. Now, my sister doesn't do drugs. She tried marijuana once and got extremely paranoid, thinking she was on Candid camera and that cops were out to get her. Nearly had a heart attack from it.
And my sister is fairly shy.

So she goes to the town outdoor market and sees some grinder vendors.

Sis: Hi, do you have a grinder?
Vendor: Like this?
Sis: No...another kind.
Vendor: This is a grinder.
Sister: Not the one for marijuana...the one for something else.
Vendor: oh you mean COCAINE?!
Sister: Oh shit! (runs away)

(later, at aother vendor- haggling)
Sister: can I have it for 8 dollars?
Vendor: You don't need to haggle. Only rich people buy this stuff.
Sister: I only have 8 dollars.
Vendor: Ok fine. You're cute.
Sister: Thanks.
Vendor: Can I buy you a drink?
Sister: Oh, no thanks.
Vendor: Can I buy you some cocaine?
Sister: No! no, I'm fine...


(sis and i are laughing at her stories. Then I turn serious)
Me: You realize now that you've told me this, I have to turn your friends in.
Sister: Ugh...you suck.
Me: I know. What a buzzkill.