I’m not sure what I expected in the cannabis dispensary, but it was not this.
I had kept putting off going to the cannabis dispensary.
I didn’t want anyone to tease me about being a pothead just because I used medical marijuana. I looked for a dispensary that was far enough away that I was sure no a single would guess me. When I found a single that was simple to find plus almost twenty-five miles away, I headed out. I found someone to drive for me, who I knew would never tell my friends or family that I was using medical marijuana. I asked if he had ever been in a marijuana dispensary plus he said no. I got out of the car plus headed for the door. The first thing I had to do was show my medical marijuana ID card, even before I could get in the door. The people inside had to take down all kinds of information plus needed a fourth ID before I could get into the actual cannabis dispensary. I guess I expected something appreciate a pharmacy, but that is not what I saw. It looked more appreciate a small warehouse than a pharmacy. I hesitantly walked up to the counter plus told them what the dentist advocated . The budtender told me he would get the pharmacist for me… When I said my dentist advocated a high level of CBD plus a much lower amount of THC, the pharmacist asked where I found a dentist who would provide me that kind of recommendation? I smiled plus told him he was in the red pages.