I Just Bought Pot at a Colorado Pot Store

March 8, 2014 at 5:31 PM 2 comments

Receipt for Pot

Okay folks.  I did it.  I finally went to a pot store here in my hometown of Boulder, Colorado this afternoon so my husband could buy some legal weed!  Having lived through the good ol’ days when an ounce could net you three, five, ten years in the penitentiary, I still almost can’t believe what just happened.

The name of the store is “Terrapin Care Station.”  It’s located at the corner of Canyon Boulevard and Folsom Street in the downtown area of town (very prominent intersection), in a building that used to house a Dunkin Donuts shop.  (From sugar and fat to pot.  Hey, why not?)

There’s plenty of parking on the south and west side of the building (probably 25 spots) but only two were open when we drove up.

There was a guard outside the front door.  I couldn’t tell if she was armed because she had a jacket on.

There was another guard inside the front door (he also had a jacket on so I couldn’t see if he was armed either) who checked our IDs to make sure we were over 21 even though we very obviously are.  Groups entering were limited to a maximum of three.

We were to told to “take a number” from one of those round red machines you see at the deli where you pull the tab and a little piece of paper breaks off with a number on it.  Then we were offered a “menu” explaining the various forms of pot available.  It listed “Sativa Dominant,” “Indica Dominant,” and “Edibles.”  The edibles included candy, chews, brownies and 100 mg drops (Indica and Sativa).

There were approximately 15 people, all with numbers, in the front main waiting room.  The back half of the space is walled off and can only be entered via a door that remains locked. That’s were the pot is.

The “Sativa Dominant” type was advertised as an “energizer” as opposed to a downer-type and had the most comprehensive list, with 12 varieties named things like “Train Haze,” “Glass Slipper,” “Chrenobyl #1,” (not a misspelling) and “Coal Creek Skunk.”

When our number was up we were ushered through the usually-locked door into the back room.  Once through the door (which was locked behind us) we saw approximately four stations where other customers were being helped, as well as another security guard.  I’m not positive but I’m pretty sure he was armed.

We were told to go to station #3.  The woman who escorted us in then proceeded to talk to us about the varieties.  I told her my husband was interested in buying seeds but she said seeds were only sold under the auspices of medical marijuana, which they weren’t licensed to sell and for which one needs a license to purchase, which my husband doesn’t have.

After a bit more discussion my husband decided to buy 1/4 ounce of “Glass Sipper” and 1/4 ounce of “Agent Orange.”  The “Glass Slipper” was advertised as moderately strong while the “Agent Orange” is in the strongest class.  The pot was presented to us in two white, opaque plastic jars a little larger than a medium-sized prescription bottle.  We bought the smallest amount possible of both and the tab, including taxes, was $48.00.  They only accept cash (because banks haven’t been given carte blanche by the Feds to transact money from the sale of dope yet.)

Once we’d made our purchase we were escorted out into the main waiting room through the momentarily unlocked, locked door and we left.

The whole process took about 15 minutes.

I tried marijuana for the first time in approximately 1969.  I remember buying a “nickle bag” which I think was an ounce (for $5) and I pretty much smoked the whole thing over the course of a day or two but didn’t feel a thing.

I smoked pot on and off for the next five or six years but didn’t really like it and haven’t smoked it since.  Still, it’s really something, after more than 40 years, to walk into a store, buy legal marijuana, and not sweat bullets the whole way home…or even after getting home.

It’s beyond about time.

 

 

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2 Comments Add your own

  • 1. coconutspeak  |  March 9, 2014 at 5:33 PM

    I’m so jealous. Take a big hit for me!

  • 2. Janet  |  March 11, 2014 at 5:02 PM

    Thanks for the description. I wondered how it worked. Enjoy!

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