She went on into the marijuana dispensary, picked up the order that she had previously put in online, and made her way to the door
Being my sister’s caretaker, I accompany her on all her medical errands, including her trips to the marijuana dispensary. I have all the necessary ID to prove that I am her caretaker, so no one has ever questioned my legitimacy. At least, that was the case until I walked into a marijuana dispensary last week. Before I even got my foot in the door, someone came over to me. I was surprised that she was asking to take another look at my ID card. I wondered if there was a problem with my ID. My sister stood there looking at me like I had done something to make them question my ID, but I had no idea what the problem was.I had to wait until the woman came back with my ID card before I could go through the second door. When she returned, she handed the ID card over apologetically. She went on to explain how they’ve had a big issue with minors trying to get into the dispensary, so they just needed to be extra careful when it came to checking IDs. I laughed instantly. After all, I am almost 40 years old and I am getting questioned as to whether or not I am an adult. I could understand that they needed to be extra careful, as they could face legal repercussions for allowing a minor to enter a marijuana dispensary. After we shared a laugh, she welcomed my sister and I into the marijuana dispensary. The woman told us to enjoy the rest of our day. Up until we went to leave, my sister had stayed quiet. She went on into the marijuana dispensary, picked up the order that she had previously put in online, and made her way to the door. The second we walked out, she laughed and laughed at me. She told me I need to start putting some makeup on and looking more mature before we return to the marijuana dispensary so that I don’t embarrass her again. That’s what I get for trying to be a good caretaker!