My mom and I went shopping in Denver last weekend. We rarely drive to the city, which is about an hour away from the house. I needed a dress for prom, and there wasn’t anything nice in any of the shops near the house. My mom suggested going to Denver for lunch and shopping and it sounded like a great plan. My aunt decided to join us as well. While I was trying on dresses in one of the Denver malls, I found a bag of recreational marijuana. The recreational marijuana was on the floor of the dressing room. I might have put it in my pocket and never told my mom, but she saw me reach under the chair for something. As soon as I showed the bag of recreational marijuana to my mom, she insisted that I tell the manager right away. I suggested we take it home for further inspection, but my mom didn’t like that idea. There was no way to know who the marijuana belonged to and I didn’t want to look like a big snitch walking into the office. When I didn’t want to be the person, my mom decided to take the marijuana to the customer service desk. The floor supervisor apologized, but she didn’t act like it was a big deal. My mom was totally irate. I tried to remind my Mom that Denver has recreational marijuana laws, but she didn’t want to hear that. She still comes from the old school thought that marijuana is a gateway drug that will fry your brain.