I was looking forward to being the appropriate age to go into a cannabis dispensary.
I thought there would be neat things to see and fun things to buy.
I was pretty certain that by the time I turned twenty-one, the state would have recreational marijuana legalized for everybody, but I was wrong. I wasn’t able to go into the weed store, and I wasn’t able to order cannabis for delivery. I was so irritated that I was throwing a giant hissy fit. My good pal reminded me I was an adult, and I should act like one. She reminded me she had medical marijuana, and she could order what we were looking for, I just had to keep my mouth shut. She could get into major trouble if people found out she was buying marijuana for recreational use. She told me she was going to put in an order and have it delivered after she got back to her residence from work. Monday inside the day hours, I got a cellphone call from my friend. She wasn’t able to get cannabis delivery, because it was for shut-ins only, and she was not a shut-in. She was totally functional, and got medical marijuana because she had fibromyalgia. I wasn’t upset about getting the marijuana, but I would have preferred to have seen the inside of a real live cannabis dispensary. She laughed and told me I would be going to a weed store this weekend. Her father told her to invite me along when they were on holiday to the shore. I totally could not wait to go to the shore and visit a real weed store with all the amazing cannabis products.