You're listening to the micro version of the Savage Lovecast at Savage. Love.

If you're stuck in a relationship quandary, or if you're looking for sexual harmony,

while there's nothing you can't ask on the Savage Mubcast.

I ran out a pot last week.

Happens.

So I walked to the pot shop near my house.

That didn't used to happen.

There wasn't always a pot shop near my house.

I went in masked because we have a mask mandate in Washington State and I am not an asshole.

And the nice masked woman behind the counter recognized my voice and kind of freaked out at me a little bit, which is fine.

I love having fans and fans who tell me how much this show means to them while handing me a giant bag of pot chocolates.

Those are my favorite kind of bands.

And then the woman at the pot shop told me she'd moved to Seattle at the start of the pandemic

for love. And I braced myself. I thought I knew where this was going. I was putting my advice

hat on, but I didn't need to. Things were going great with her pandemic girlfriend.

Sometimes those impulse purchases moving to a place you've never been.

To be with someone you barely know, at a time you can't get away from,

sometimes those impulse purchases work out.

So I told her I was happy for her and her girlfriend and relieved to hear that the pressures

of the pandemic didn't screw things up for her. And then she said, well, the pandemic had screwed something up for her. Shibari. She's a rigor, a rope bondage enthusiast, a rope bondage person. And it's been sad for her not getting to tie people up, not getting to go to bondage parties during the pandemic. Then the woman at the pot shop asked me if I had a frequent flyer number, a customer

account for rewards, and I said I didn't, but I thought my husband's boyfriend might.

So we looked up his number and he did and she credited my purchase to his account.

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