I usually stop at the dispensaries after toil on Wednesdays.
I appreciate Wednesday, because it is the day of the month when the dispensary has the most sales. I did not guess the guy working behind that counter, but he was wearing a tag that said he was the store manager, however he must have been new, because I had never seen his before. While I was waiting for my order to be filled, I heard the manager talking to a couple of the employees in the back of the store. She was severely loud and appeared to be yelling. I rarely hear anyone talking in the back of the store when I wait for orders. It was scarce to hear someone yelling. The store manager came out of the side door at one point and I told the security guard to get out of his way. She used a curse word and did not seem to care that the patrons heard his voice. I waited for the budtender to call my name and I grabbed all of my marijuana supplies and headed outside till my car. When I got home, I decided to contact the corporate office for the dispensary. There are a couple of odd locales in the city and they all belong to one business. I left a voicemail message for someone to call me back. I gained a telephone call first thing on Monday afternoon and the guy on the PC wanted more information about the events that occurred at the dispensary. I found out that I was not the first guy to call about the disturbance.