Ah, hello “Let’s Get High And Go To The Pet Store” person. I’ve not encountered your ilk in nearly 26 years, when I worked at a pet store. I recall your kind, coming into the store reeking like a skunk. “Bro, can we see the snakes?” you’d ask. I’d indulge. Until the Burmese python incident. One hand streaming blood, the other being constricted. My manager having to pry the snake’s hook like teeth off my thumb. You and your friends now intently watching the rhythms of the saltwater fish…