Now, I have to add here that I don't have any issues with people smoking the occasional bit of cheeba in the privacy of their own homes. What I dislike is people doing it essentially in public, within a few yards of homes filled with small kids. And unlike the type of pot smoker I was, er, rather KNEW, back in the day, these douches make all kinds of noise, blare shitty music, and drop more F-bombs than the main character in a Tarantino film. When I think of my stoner days, I remember (partially) watching a lot of surf movies, eating Doritos, or staring into the mirror over the fireplace saying, "Dude, I don't think it's working." Not standing around in a driveway talking about how you're gonna "lay a motherfucking beat down on that n____."
I suppose I could call the cops (lord knows enough of 'em come into my store on any given day), but...something keeps holding me back. I'm not afraid -- these kids couldn't find the motivation to retaliate in any significant way -- I just don't wanna be "that lady." You know, the mean old lady on the block who yells at people for stepping on her grass, keeps about 435 cats, gives out toothbrushes to trick-or-treaters, and is generally a huge pain in the ass?
So, what shall I do? Enjoy the contact high, or rat 'em out?