The BUZZ

Walking into a marijuana dispensary for the first time felt like stepping onto another planet. Outside, a security guard with arms like tree trunks checked my ID with a squint that could have made onions cry. Once inside, the air was perfumed with a curious blend of aromas that no doubt had their own periodic table.

A bearded budtender, radiating Zen vibes, welcomed me. "First-timer?" he asked, his smile suggesting he was well-versed in the art of guiding cannabis newbies. I nodded, trying to look like I belonged in this wonderland of weed.

He took me on a quick tour. There were edibles that looked like they belonged in a high-end bakery, and rows of jars with names like “Cosmic Calm” and “Giggling Goblin.” I half expected to see a “Mystical Munchies” label somewhere.

Sensing my beginner status, the budtender recommended a strain called "Mellow Meadow" – which sounded like a tranquil escape rather than a product. I decided to trust his expertise.

At the counter, I felt a mix of excitement and rebellion. It was odd to think this was all legal and above board. The security guard gave me a nod on my way out, a silent acknowledgment of my initiation into this new world.

And just like that, my first dispensary experience was over. It was less daunting and more fascinating than I’d imagined. I left with my small bag of "Mellow Meadow," eager to see what all the fuss was about.

In just a couple of minutes, my view of cannabis culture had shifted from mysterious to intriguing. I had stepped into a realm where "Goblin Giggle" and "Unicorn Dream" were not just fanciful phrases but gateways to new experiences.