I had talked to several people about their first trip to the medical marijuana dispensary.
Some of them extolled how good their first visit went and how nice everyone was. Some people I spoke to told me the budtenders were more interested and giving you your online order, getting payment, and moving on to the next customer. One of my 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 worried about how my first trip to the medical marijuana dispensary was going to go. I was already backward and shy because of my depression. I didn’t want anyone to take notice of me, so I didn’t need to talk to them. I didn’t think being ignored was going to be so bad, but not everyone was like me. I went to the marijuana dispensary with a friend who also had their medical marijuana ID card. He drove, and all I had to do was follow his lead. I kept thinking about how I was going to be treated, and 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 me feel comfortable and helped me to choose the products I would purchase that day. I had to admit the budtenders were nicer than I thought they would be, and the pharmacist was so helpful that I forgot to be antisocial.