The cannabis dispensary I used was having a one day sale last weekend.
I was going to purchase several products that I would normally get one at a time, because of their cost.
With a 40% off sale, I was going to buy all three, save some money, and not worry about going to a cannabis dispensary for another month. I went online and selected my items, and then I placed my order. I braved the snowstorm we were having, and headed into town to pick up my medical marijuana. I got up to the door, and reached into my pocket for my medical ID card. I couldn’t find it. I had forgotten my medical marijuana ID card, along with my wallet. I knew I would need to drive back home, grab my wallet, and come back to the marijuana dispensary. The storm was getting worse, so I pleaded with the girl to let me pick up my order. She said she couldn’t; not without my medical marijuana ID. My sister lived two blocks away, and she was my caretaker. I called and asked if she could come to the marijuana dispensary and pick up my order for me. I had to stop her from laughing long enough to get here before the dispensary closed. Ten minutes later, she was showing her caretaker’s card at the door. I sat in the car, waiting for her to return. After telling her my story one more time, she kissed my cheek and told me it was the best laugh she had in a long time.