Dan in my office emailed me this:
“A nameless man left a voicemail for you at 2:34 a.m., asking you to please grant a permit for Hempfest. If you were able to do this, you’d be a ‘world hero,’ Sally.”
On the one hand, he’s connecting with his elected representative on an issue important to him. On the other hand, it’s 2:34 a.m. and he’s using the term “world hero” regarding permits for a summer festival rather than for world peace, curing a disease or finding a way to turn nuclear waste into tennis shoes. This is how stoner jokes happen.