Every so often, my supplier sends myself and others to San Francisco for a task seminar.
I honestly care about going to San Francisco for a couple of peculiar reasons.
First and foremost, I do not take the little children or my wife on these company trips and it is truly nice to have a bed to myself and no noise inside the night when I’m making an attempt to relax. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family immensely, but several kiddos can be a serious handful and I enjoy having the time away from all the stress. It’s a wonderful way to relax and unwind. I also like heading down to San Francisco because they actually have legal cannabis. I do not get to use cannabis at my property, because it isn’t accessible. If it was accessible, surely my wife and I would have a conversation about daily use of cannabis at our property. Because it isn’t legal at home, there is certainly no reason to argue with my wife about the risks of smoking weed. She gets bent out of shape when I claim that cannabis is a medical plant instead of a nasty street drug. While my co-workers and I were in San Francisco the other week, I ordered a reasonable amount of peculiar cannabis supplies from a local dispensary. They delivered the items right to our hotel. I didn’t even have to leave my room to get cash at the ATM, because the delivery driver accepted my credit card for payment. I stayed High the duration of time I was in San Francisco, thanks to the relaxing recreational cannabis laws and lenient supervision at the job seminar.