We thought it was odd that every time we went to the medical marijuana dispensary, we had to show my medical marijuana ID card and my husband had to show his medical marijuana caretakers ID.
Since that was the rule for the medical marijuana dispensary, everyone who wanted inside the dispensary complied with the rules.
The first time we went to the medical marijuana dispensary, I had to go through the doors first, then my husband was able to come in once I was completely inside. We did a little bit of window shopping while inside, then we picked up my prescription and we headed out the door. It was much easier to get into the lobby now that we were going out. We didn’t need to go out separately but we were able to exit the medical marijuana dispensary together. Once we got to the outside door, my husband began to panic. He can not stand being stuck behind a locked door. The more he pushed on the door, the more I could see the panic building. The receptionist who sat behind the glass, finally got his attention. She told him he had to wait until the first door was completely closed before the outside door could open. He seemed a bit sheepish since it was the same with our bank. He commented that it was better to be locked in a medical marijuana dispensary than in an ice factory. I chuckled but I don’t think the receptionist thought his joke was funny. I was so happy when we were finally able to get out the doors.