Rut Ro

Three days short of my quarterly weed run… and bone dry. That’s called poor inventory management, folks.

So this morning I did a thing.

Loaded up the 2015 Mini Cooper Countryman and rolled out solo to make the pilgrimage to basically Hampton & Monaco — back through the fortress door at Green Cross of Cherry Creek.

Bud boss at the door. Weed certs presented. Clearance granted. Crossed to the other side to conduct official business.

These guys used to handle my medical plants, so there’s history there. Trust matters. Two visits ago they introduced me to this grow — Kushmas — born and bred down in Pueblo West, Arkansas River Valley water. A little terroir change from the Platte River drainage up here in Denver. Call it a flavor vacation.

Walked out with:

$15 eighth of Kushmas flower 2 grams of packaged oil at $4 a gram

That’s not boutique pricing. That’s “we stand behind this” pricing.

On the way out, the guy ahead of me held the door. Then held the next one. There’s a step down at the second door — he even offered his arm for support. I thanked him, but I was good.

And that’s the part that sticks.

Yeah, I bought weed.

Yeah, I was out and needed to restock.

But I drove myself. Handled my business. Walked it out steady.

Quarterly purchase complete.

Inventory restored.

Independence intact.

Happy days are here again