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I hated needing to use a street dealer to get all of my medical marijuana supplies.

They hadn’t passed a law legalizing medical marijuana at that time, and I had to have something for my anxiety.

I chose to go to a street dealer. The problem with going to a marijuana street dealer, was that you never knew what it was you were getting. You were going strictly on his word. I wanted to have a Sativa. Sativa is used for when you just want to relax, but not get sleepy. I wanted to have some energy, focus and creativity. At those times I was given an Indica instead of a Sativa, I found that I couldn’t focus and would end up falling asleep at my computer. I worked from home, and I couldn’t afford to fall asleep while working. I couldn’t wait for the medical marijuana law to pass. Once it had, I got my medical marijuana card. I couldn’t believe how well laid out the cannabis dispensary was. Everything was labeled with the ingredients, and how much THC and CBD was in each product. I knew if I had a Sativa or an Indica, just by looking at the packaging. I was surprised to notice that it even gave the name of the grower of the marijuana product. If I had any questions about the strain, I was able to call the marijuana grower, directly. Going to a marijuana dispensary instead of a street dealer, gave me peace of mind, and a much better product. I knew that it was pure marijuana and not cut with something else.

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From the way the owner of the cannabis dispensary was acting, you would have thought I had deliberately allowed my son to get the flu. I couldn’t help it if he was sick and I couldn’t go to work. I had my assistant manager at the marijuana dispensary. There were five extra budtenders ready to work. I had ordered extra inventory to take care of the sale that was happening that day. I called the owner of the marijuana dispensary and told her that my son was ill. He had a high fever and he was vomiting. She was furious that I wasn’t going to be in the marijuana store during this sale. I tried to tell her the assistant manager was there, along with five extra budtenders. I had tripled the amount of inventory we normally had. I knew that I had everything under control, even if I wasn’t in the dispensary. My boss went ballistic and threatened my job if anything went wrong. I fretted all day long, in hopes that everything went well. I called every hour to see how the sale was going and asked if they needed anything. My assistant manager always told me that marijuana sales were outstanding and everything was going well thanks to my managerial skills. I kept thinking that I was going to get the call that said everything was falling apart. By the time my husband got home from work, my son was feeling much better. I took a trip down to the marijuana dispensary to check on things. The store looked clean but busy, and everything was going well.

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When recreational marijuan was legalized in our state, I thought I would finally be able to buy marijuana.

Then I found out we were still under the law of needing to be twenty-one to purchase.

I was nearly eighteen, but it was going to be another three and a half years before I could buy it. Fortunately, my friend’s brother was over twenty-one, and he was willing to buy the marijuana for my friends and I. When mom and dad came home, they told me they had planned a family camping trip for the long weekend. We were leaving that evening, and not coming back for four days. I didn’t want to go camping. I had pitched some money in for the purchase of marijuana and I wanted to be there to use it. I couldn’t tell my parents I was going to a marijuana party, or they would force me to go camping with them. I told them I was trying to catch up on some reading because I had a book report due at the end of the week. I asked if I could stay home. Mom wasn’t thrilled with my staying home alone, but dad winked at me and said I was old enough to spend a couple days alone. He did say mom could call me once a day, but only once. I thanked dad, and finished making the plans for the marijuana party with my friends. I was really grateful to dad because he kept mom’s phone calls only once a day, and they were always in the morning. I think she thought I was still afraid of the dark.

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When I got back to my seat, I refused the marijuana when it was passed to me

My mom was really being a good sport last week when she offered to take my friends and I to the movies. Bill’s mom’s car had broken down, and we didn’t think we were going to get to the theatre. Mom chimed in and said she would take us. She was cool enough to sit in the front of the theatre and promised not to bother us. She wanted to see the movie and we would have a ride back to my friend’s house. I tried to tell her we would walk back, but she said it wasn’t a problem. Within fifteen minutes of the lights going out, the smell of marijuana was permeating the theatre. I could hear my mom screaming out about the smell of marijuana. I cringed. Even though recreational marijuana was legal now, mom had some really strong objections to its use in public. My mom was heading our way, and I was trying to hide in my seat. She grabbed me by the collar and dragged me out into the lobby. She made me take off my jacket so she could make sure I didn’t have any marijuana in it. She then sniffed me and told me that if me or any of my friends were smoking marijuana, she was going to have us arrested. I was silently hoping for some help, but no one stepped up. When I got back to my seat, I refused the marijuana when it was passed to me. I had to go home with my mom, even if they didn’t. I couldn’t believe they were stupid enough to be smoking marijuana with my mom in the theatre.

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My boss wasn’t as nice as my customers

When I left the house that morning, there were just a few snow flurries. It was only the beginning of October, and I didn’t think anything of the snow flurries. By the time I got my marijuana deliveries ready to go, the roads had become icy. I looked at my little Honda and knew it wasn’t very good in the snow. I set out to make my three deliveries, determined to get all my marijuana deliveries done. When I got up the mountain to make my first delivery, it was all I could do to get up to the house. I delivered her marijuana and she was really grateful. She paid me and I realized she had given me a $20 tip. I headed to my next delivery which was on the other side of town. This time I didn’t make it all the way up the driveway. My car slid in the snow, and I was stuck in a ditch. I could see the house, so I called a tow truck, and headed up to make my second marijuana delivery. During my walk, I was trying to figure out how I was going to tell my boss that I couldn’t make the third delivery. My second customer thanked me and said she didn’t really expect me to get to the house because of the storm. My boss wasn’t as nice as my customers. She was angry that I had gotten stuck and had a few angry words even as she was telling my coworker to get in the truck and make that last delivery. I was still sitting in my car waiting for a tow truck when he showed up for the marijuana for the last delivery.

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Last month, my husband and I were on vacation and going sightseeing.

I couldn’t believe it when we got into a state that had legal recreational marijuana.

We had already checked into a hotel for the night, and right across the road was a marijuana dispensary. We could see the marijuana dispensary from our hotel room. We decided to see if we could find the number to the dispensary, put in an order for marijuana, and have it delivered to our room. I was surprised to see they had a marijuana dispensary menu in the room. We chose a couple of edibles and a vape pen, and then called in our order. It only took about ten minutes before there was a knock on our hotel room door. I looked out and there stood the delivery person. My husband got the door, and not only did he get our marijuana, but he saw someone we had gone to school with. We were almost a thousand miles from home, and the marijuana delivery person was someone we knew. I suddenly realized how small the world really was. We invited the guy in and stood there talking for almost half an hour when he realized he had more marijuana deliveries to make. IMy husband gave him our name and phone number, while telling him that if he ever got back home, he should give us a call. It would be nice to relax and have to catch up. I couldn’t believe that our marijuana delivery person would end up being someone we hadn’t seen in almost ten years.

 

 

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I went out to the car, and I finally got the key into the ignition

Last month was my eighteenth birthday and my friends bought some recreational marijuana from the marijuana dispensary. I had never smoked pot before, and they were about to change that situation. They had bought some dried flower, which was how I always pictured cannabis to look. I was excited as I watched them put water into the bottom of the bong. They put the flower into the bowl alongside the bong. I watched as they passed the bong around. When it came to my turn, I hesitated. I didn’t want to look like a pansy, but I had never used marijuana before, and I was worried. I finally took a small hit on the bong. I ended up coughing so hard that I could feel something breaking in my throat. Even my face burnt and prickled from the coughing. After the coughing calmed down, I began to feel a bit light-headed. I wasn’t sure what my friends were talking about, but I was suddenly finding everything they said quite funny. I was definitely enjoying the marijuana. I was rolling on the floor with laughter. About midnight, I knew it was time to go home. I was so high I didn’t know if I was even going to make it home, but I had to. I went out to the car, and I finally got the key into the ignition. I only had a half mile to go home, but I knew I would need to take it super carefully. I was still high from the marijuana. I suddenly realized why people talked about marijuana paranoia.

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