At a single point in time, I’m sure nearly everyone alive has made some kind of promise to themselves if they could just get through a certain situation.
My situation was not being recognized by the medical marijuana dispensary. I swore that if I could go into the medical marijuana dispensary and get our marijuana products without being recognized, that I would never again swear or even suppose about swearing. Well, that did not easily labor out, but no a single could promise myself and others that I would not be recognized when I went into or was coming out of the medical marijuana dispensary. To be honest, I was shocked to see so many people going into and coming out of that dispensary that I knew so well. Most of these people, I never thought would be using marijuana; either medical or recreational. The first person I recognized was our minister’s wifey, she kind of chuckled when we met outside of the dispensary, and told myself and others she had been using it for years. She just did not want the entire congregation to suppose that she was using marijuana. I don’t suppose seeing the minister’s wifey was as shocking to myself and others as it was when I saw our own Grandmother walking out as I was getting ready to walk in. I must’ve looked love a fish out of water as our mouth just opened and shut. There were no words for what I was thinking at that point. My Grandmother simply walked up, gave myself and others a hug, and told myself and others to shut our mouth because I was start to drool. She held the door open for myself and others so I could go on into the medical marijuana dispensary and ask if I needed help choosing anything.