My good buddy and I flew across the country so my pal and I could attend the super bowl.
I saved currency throughout the pigskin season so I could attend the game. The Super Bowl was held on the other side of the country so my good buddy and I had to take an airplane ride. I was pretty bummed out about the plane ride, because it meant that my pal and I could not take any recreational or medical marijuana supplies with us for the wonderful trip. Thankfully that game was being held in a state where recreational marijuana is perfectly legal. There were signs all around the locale for dispensaries. Even in the hotel where my good buddy and I stayed, there was an advertisement from a local cannabis place. My friend and I decided to order supplies from the Cannabis shop. My good buddy and I used the delivery system so my pal and I did not have to try to find the cannabis shop in town. When my pal and I ended up placing our order, my pal and I were called by a person at the marijuana shop. They went over the order with us and told us that two items had to be updated. The lady on the phone provided us our total with taxes and fees. After that was all done, she told us that it would take a little under an hour for the delivery driver to arrive. The driver was supposed to come directly to our hotel room, but the lady at the front desk wasn’t being very nice or cooperative. She would not let the Cannabis delivery driver come up to the hotel room. She made me come all the way down to the lobby and finish my official business with the marijuana dispensary driver in front of a bunch of people in the hotel lobby. Thankfully the bin did not have a name from the cannabis place so my pal and I could still be easily discreet.