I had never heard of a weed dispensary.

I didn’t realize they delivered this far out of town

My brother was acting when I was there last week. He kept trying to push me out the door, and I thought his girlfriend was coming over. I deliberately put off leaving, because I hadn’t met her. He was practically shoving me out the door, and I turned around and sat down. I smiled sweetly and asked him why he didn’t want me to meet his girlfriend. He gave me an odd look, then asked what I was talking about. After explaining that he never let me meet his girlfriends, he rolled his eyes. He told me I was stupid. He was expecting a delivery from the weed dispensary. I had never heard of a weed dispensary, and I thought I had heard him wrong. I asked what a weed dispensary was. He rolled his eyes again and started talking like I was a child. Weed. Pot. Marijuana. Cannabis? Any of them ring a bell? I stood up and told him I wasn’t an idiot. I hadn’t heard the word weed, and that was all. He stopped me from walking out, and told me he had put an order in at the local cannabis dispensary, for a recreational cannabis delivery service. He didn’t want me to know he was using marijuana, which I thought was funny. I knew he used marijuana, but I didn’t realize he could get delivery service to his home. I didn’t realize they delivered this far out of town. He turned around and added that he didn’t want me to see his girlfriend either, and she would be there any minute. I sat down and smiled. There was no way he was getting out of his house now.


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