I put in my order for recreational marijuana.
When the new marijuana dispensary first opened, I was one of the first people through their doors. There about fifty people lined up outside, and I was number six in the line up. I had a lot of questions to ask, and I had products I wanted. I also wanted to know about their delivery services. What I was concerned about is how late they would deliver to my house. I lived a short distance from the marijuana dispensary, but I worked an hour in the opposite direction of the dispensary. By the time I got home, it was too late to go to the dispensary. My girlfriend was able to go to my house and get a delivery if I could get delivery service without my being home. I had an afternoon off one day because one of the other nurses needed to switch her shift and I volunteered to help him. I took the opportunity to go to the marijuana store and asked about their delivery service. I told him the circumstances. He told me that since they were now a recreational marijuana store, I didn’t need to show ID other than to prove my age. It didn’t matter who accepted the delivery as long as they had ID and the money. I was grateful for the information and I told my girlfriend what I heard. She laughed when I told her the marijuana delivery service was going to bring it to the house. She needed her driver’s license and the money. I couldn’t believe it when she told me I may get home to an empty house. She may skip with the marijuana, but I don’t believe her.