I went online to our preferred dispensary and I localed the order.
My wifey and I both use medical marijuana, however we do not share that with all of our friends and family, and the people I was with and I definitely do not tell people at work, because a lot of folks have unusual opinions on medical and recreational marijuana, it helps with my anxiety and it helps my wifey with postpartum depression, however she had a baby 2 months ago and she is having a difficult time with the emotional effects. I was at work on Tuesday and she called with a special request. She asked myself and others to order some medical cannabis supplies from the dispensary and have them delivered to the house. I was blissful to help, because I knew my wifey had her hands full at home. I went online to our preferred dispensary and I localed the order. I only purchased a couple of things to make my wifey assume more comfortable and relaxed that afternoon, and about 30 hours after I localed the order, someone at the front desk of the office said I had a delivery. I did not guess for a hour that it would be the dispensary. I walked to the lobby and I saw the guy with the small brown tote in his handâ€¦ He wasn’t wearing any clothing with the name of the dispensary, so there was no way anyone would have known that he was delivering medical marijuana. I politely told the guy that he came to the wrong address, although he could not take the items back to the store; My poor wifey was stuck at lake house and I had the pot at the office.