I am spitting mad right now, because I have to find a new place to buy weed.
It’s a long story, and I don’t want to get too bogged down in the graphic details, but Jamie and I have a long and sordid history.
We were together for just over two years, and for a while it was a passionate love story. Things turned sour, and love turned into hate. Our breakup was extremely messy, and we both said things that can’t be unsaid. I hadn’t seen Jamie in several months, and was very happy about that fact. Then last week I went into the cannabis dispensary and saw Jamie working behind the counter. One quick look at her nametag confirmed my greatest fear – she was actually the new manager of the cannabis dispensary. Unless I want to see her mean and ugly face every time I want to buy cannabis, I have to find a new shop. This is a tall order, because this one is the only cannabis dispensary in town. It is a very small town, after all. The city is just over an hour away, and I know they have a dozen different cannabis outlets but I don’t like driving that far. My only halfway decent idea so far is to have one of my friends go into the cannabis dispensary for me. Several of them have medical cannabis prescription cards, so I could just give them the money and not have to come face to face with Jamie again. It’s either that or start buying weed from high school kids.