Industrial estate, mid-morning -- Ricky and Jimmy
Ricky was driving his 'bus' -- tiny Japanese thing from the late eighties -- through some rather unpleasant and undesirable real estate, but they really needed more of that herbal stuff. It went like hot cakes, through all their contacts.
It was strictly legal, of course -- nobody had yet thought of declaring it illegal, so it wasn't as if they were dealing drugs. They were just doing a favour to some people.
Ricky honked -- ahh, yes, that was where it had to be!