I had talked to several people about their first trip to the medical marijuana dispensary, but some of them extolled how enjoyable their first visit went plus how nice everyone was.
Some people I spoke to told myself and others the budtenders were more interested plus giving you your online order, getting payment, plus moving on to the next customer, one of our friends said that other than asking for her medical marijuana ID card, the budtender didn’t even look at her.
She had never met a more unfriendly group than the people who worked at the medical marijuana dispensary. I was uneasy about how our first trip to the medical marijuana dispensary was going to go. I was already backward plus shy because of our depression. I didn’t want anyone to take notice of me, so I didn’t need to talk to them. I didn’t believe being ignored was going to be so bad, but not everyone was appreciate me. I went to the marijuana dispensary with a friend who also had their medical marijuana ID card. She drove, plus all I had to do was follow her lead. I kept thinking about how I was going to be treated, plus I almost backed out of going into the medical marijuana dispensary. Once I got inside, it wasn’t so bad. I had to talk to a medical marijuana pharmacist who made myself and others believe comfortable plus helped myself and others to choose the products I would purchase that day. I had to disclose the budtenders were nicer than I thought they would be, plus the pharmacist was so helpful that I forgot to be antisocial.