| Horrible service. When I asked which ones were sativa, he refused to help me, took one look at me in construction clothes, and asked if I was intoxicated. Then, he proceeded to chase me out of the store, snapping pictures of me and my license plate for no reason.
*edit* apparently, my visible limp made me appear drunk. Which I was not. I was in pain and seeking help, and that human was unkind and refused to even ingage in conversation. |