I walked into the shop and I was greeted by a crowded waiting room. It seated roughly 20 people and there were at-least 15 people in the room. There was a small unmanned kiosk with a window and a mic. There was nobody queued up at it. On the right was an open door where a young woman not much older than me. “Hello!” she says. I tell her I've never done this and she tells me I need to wait and check in, but then changes her mind “Actually, I’ll just check you in.” we walk to the kiosk.
She needs to check my ID and I give her my minor's driver's license. My birthday says I'm 21, so I'm no worried. She hesitates "Um..." but a man with a beard walks into the kiosk. He asks me for more ID, so I give him my check-card. "Happy birthday!" he says as he hands me back my IDs. "There's another My Name here, so you're the second My Name." I don't show it, but I'm shocked because I share a name with my father and he lives on the other side of the state.
I sit between two strangers. One is an older, dark-skinned gentleman with a stocking cap and white stubble. The other is a chubby white man sitting cross-legged. I don't want to talk to anybody, so I start playing mine-sweeper on my phone. After a few names are called, the other My Name gets called. It's the chubby white guy!
Soon after, an older black woman who's just checked in approaches the now empty chair. "Mind if I sit here?" "Not a problem." I get called. At that moment I'm getting nervous. I don't know how much I'm buying and I don't know how much it's going to cost. I hadn't bought marijuana since I was in school. The young lady points me to the corner of a large room filled with at least 4 registers.
The man I was pointed to had a very impressive beard. A massive counter made-up of glass display cases topped with 4 cache-registers cover two entire walls of the room. The man greets me at the register. I tell him it's my first time and he asks me for ID. I give him my minor's driver's license. "Happy birthday!" "Thanks" He needs to see a second ID though so I give him my check-card. "Alright" he says as he gives it back and asks me what I want to buy.
The room is filled with loads of marijuana products I've never heard of. "I'm just looking to buy marijuana" He presents a tray with 6 or 7 labeled jars. He mentions there's a deal on two of them. I ask him "Which one would you say is the most cost-effective?" He points to one of the two he mentioned. It had a 24 marked on it, the highest number of all the jars. He mentioned they only sell in fixed quantities, so I tell him "I want to buy about $100 worth" "That would be 3/8ths" "Sounds good to me." "Great"
He packages everything up then asks me for money, I give him $100, and he gives me back about $6 back and a very thick-stock, white paper-bag with a solid-black version of their logo scattered all over it. "The receipt is in the bag." "Thanks a lot!" I walk back across the room and back into the waiting room. "Thanks for coming." the young lady says "Thanks!"
There's snow on the ground and it's dark. I'm parked around the corner of the building about 40 yards away. There are atleast 4 people within eye-shot. I cautiously and briskly walk to my car. I check inside the bag. It is the first marijuana I've ever bought legally!
Feeling extremely relieved I drive out of the lot. I own a small glass blunt, but for this occasion, I wanted something better. I drive about 2 miles to the nearest head-shop. I park and walked into the shop. There were no customers and a young man and woman are stood behind a counter chatting. "Hello" I say. "What are you looking for?" "I'm looking for a small inexpensive glass bong." "We have those."
The woman walks me to a glass display in the center of the store. "Here's our $50 bongs", "Here's our $20 bongs-" I interupt her "$20 dollars sounds about right... I like the round one with the leaf." They agree, but laugh slightly. I slowly walk to the register while she gets the bong out of the case. She gets back to the register and asks me if I want it wrapped in bubble-wrap. I hesitate, but say yes. I tell her I've never been in this shop and that I'm amazed by their selection. "Yeh, we have everything, even boner pills" she says. The other man working chimes in "Did you say boner pills?" I laugh "I don't think I need those yet." She finishes wrapping and bagging the bong and then she takes my money. I thank her and leave. When I get back to my car, I move my marijuana containers into the bong's bag because it is less conspicuous and I drive home.
Tonight was a good night.