Got up at 5am(oy!) and on the road at 6. Arrived at the big dispensary in Mass at 8:40am, twenty minutes before opening with the first hour for over 60 folks. The line of doddering old folks was already around the corner, though that's not saying much as security made everyone stand 6 feet from each other. The place is the size of a small supermarket, but they only allowed four of us in at a time with lines on the floor at six foot intervales. They've installed six huge refrigerator size exhaust ventilators. Only every other budtender slot was used and we were required to give and discuss as needed our orders from eight or ten feet away. We were only allowed to buy a maximum of 1/4oz of flower, but unlimited concentrates, tinctures, and edibles. Apparently us East Coasters are a bit cannaconservative, still mostly into flower.
Since I already have a great little stash, I was focused on filling in holes. I came away with Golden Cobra wax(S), Skywalker wax(I), Bootylicious rosin(H), Durban Poison flower(S), Amnesia Haze cartridge(S), and Headband cartridge(I). On the way home I stopped for more beer(Lord Hobo variety pack), more groceries, and then before arriving home, for what will probably be my last take out meal, a delicious smoked brisket burrito. Now I'm freezing chopped green peppers and hamburgs.
Every place I stopped I asked people what they've heard and what they think is going to happen. Most folks think interstate travel will be banned on Monday and that our state will direct us to stay home except to deal with necessities for weeks or even a couple of months.
This is the most insane thing I've ever experienced. We are fucked.
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