Once upon a time, my friend Dawn asked me if I wanted any mint from her garden, as the mint was overrunning everything else. I gleefully said yes, as I love mint. (Well, I like peppermint best; I kind of put up with spearmint and wintergreen when I have to.)

In the break between hours of lecture, Dawn gave me a rather large plastic baggie filled with spearmint and peppermint. Mmmm. Yummy smell. On advice, I have the bag open to allow the herbs to not moulder in their own moisture. To the eye untrained in legal herbalism, it looks like I'm carrying around a rather large baggie filled with something ... other than mint.

So I went back to take-it-apart-and-put-it-back-together class carrying a gallon freezer baggie full of spearmint and peppermint -- not the sort that's all nicely divided with the leaves plucked off the stems, but the whole plants, just cut off and bundled up and shoved in a bag. And I went to Java with this same bag of mint. I was quite happy. I love mint.

I wound up wandering into the computer lab and chatting with Baronness Babble and associates. She saw the bag of stuff, and inquired, knowing that it couldn't be what it looked like. It, of course, wasn't.

I wandered into the south lab, and got hailed by a random guy. "Hey! How much for a three-finger bag?"

"It's spearmint", I informed him snootily.

"Spearmint. Suuuuuuuuuure", he agreed.


Much amusement was had at the expense of the hapless fool.