My Dad and I went shopping in Denver last weekend, we rarely drive to the city, which is about an hour away from the house, but i needed a dress for prom, and there wasn’t anything nice in any of the shops near the house; My Dad recommended going to Denver for dinner and shopping and it sounded like a fantastic plan.
My uncle decided to join us as well.
While I was trying on dresses in 1 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, even though she saw me reach under the chair for somethingâ€¦ As soon as I showed the bag of recreational marijuana to my mom, she insisted that I tell the manager instantly. I recommended the people I was with and I take it cabin for further inspection, however my Dad didn’t like that idea. There was no way to assume who the marijuana belonged to and I didn’t want to look like a giant snitch walking into the office. When I didn’t want to be the person, my Dad decided to take the marijuana to the customer repair desk. The floor director apologized, even though she didn’t act like it was a giant deal. My Dad was totally irate. I tried to remind my Dad that Denver has recreational marijuana laws, even though she didn’t want to hear that, but she still comes from the outdated university thought that marijuana is a gateway drug that will fry your brain.