Longtime patient comes in yesterday to pick up his meds.
Poor guy is on his last legs - cancer. Talks through a stoma, walks with a cane, the whole deal.
After I ring him up and wish him a good day, he smiles and says: "Oh, I will. I stopped off to get my real prescription before I got here."
And he flashes a vacuum sealed pouch of pure weed, with the brand name Cinderella on its cover.
I admit it, I snorked out loud.
If anyone deserves to get stoned, it's him.
Poor guy is on his last legs - cancer. Talks through a stoma, walks with a cane, the whole deal.
After I ring him up and wish him a good day, he smiles and says: "Oh, I will. I stopped off to get my real prescription before I got here."
And he flashes a vacuum sealed pouch of pure weed, with the brand name Cinderella on its cover.
I admit it, I snorked out loud.
If anyone deserves to get stoned, it's him.
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