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Here in my SoCal town the DEA hit all the friendly places. It seems they were a bit too friendly and sold to agents with fraudulent papers and didn’t bother verifying. What we have left is one co-op that is strict to the point of being aggressively rude.
An older woman we know is a seriously ill mmj patient who must walk with the aid of a walker. Recently she was in the waiting area of our town’s last remaining club when an unfortunate incident occurred. The waiting area is a small closet-sized area where you pass your paperwork to a man behind bulletproof glass. While you wait he calls the doc to verify your paperwork. While she was waiting she pulled out her cell phone to call home. Before her husband could pick up, the security guard came flying into the waiting area from the dispensary calling her a “bitch” because she had her cell phone out. In the process she was knocked to the floor. The proprietor soon came out of the dispensary, helped the lady up, and apologized. He knew her well, as she was a regular client. He told her that there was a sign posted outside that said “NO CELLPHONES,” but. . . I guess they’re a little nervous about being photographed for security reasons.
Needless to say, she was shaken up by the whole episode and has since returned to using a regular dealer again. She said that she actually feels safer going with him than dealing with the co-op. It’s cheaper too.
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The above story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
Last edited by OldMan&TheWeed; 08-06-2007 at 12:56 AM.
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