My mom and I went shopping in Denver last weekend.
Both of us rarely drive to the city, which is about an hour away from the houseâ€¦ I needed a dress for prom, and there wasn’t anything nice in any of the shops near the house, then my mom recommended 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 bin 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, then as soon as I showed the bin of recreational marijuana to my mom, she insisted that I tell the manager immediately. I recommended we take it lake house for further inspection, however my mom didn’t like that idea. There was no way to guess 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 buyer service desk. The floor manager 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.