My boyfriend and I went to a new marijuana dispensary a couple of weeks ago.
We got some pretty good deals on marijuana concentrates.
Both of us mostly dab concentrates instead of smoking weed. Smoking marijuana is Harsh on my lungs and it makes me cough and wheeze. I only smoke a marijuana joint once in a while. The new marijuana dispensary was having a cell and it looked like everyone knew about it when we arrived. The San Francisco marijuana dispensary parking lot was packed with cars. There wasn’t a single place to park when I arrived. I circled the parking lot three or four times. Someone was backing out of a parking space and I was waiting for that spot when a small smart car stole that spot from me. I honked my horn a couple of times and the guy gave me the finger. The next time my boyfriend mentioned buying marijuana products from that particular San Francisco dispensary, I told him to order delivery or go to the store alone. There was absolutely no way that I was going to go to the San Francisco dispensary and deal with parking issues again. I had enough that first-time to last me the rest of my life. My boyfriend agreed to contact the San Francisco marijuana dispensary and place an order for delivery. The store must not have been too busy, because the delivery driver arrived about 40 minutes after I placed the order. There is no way we would have been able to drive there and back in that short amount of time.