Sunday is the only night of the month when I close the marijuana dispensary by myself, but usually there are a single or many additional budtenders toiling the shift with me and there is regularly a security guard in the lobby until I go home.
I am never technically alone, although I am the only dispensary worker.
I sent the last many guys into the neighborhood with orders for delivery, and after they left, I heard some different noises outside of the San Francisco dispensary location. I planned to go outside to check on the noise however the security guard stopped me in our tracks; He would not let me go outside to check on the noise for safety concerns. He offered to go outside and check on things and I agreed that was a better idea! The security guard came back a couple of hours later. I did not expect the guy to come back to the store with a small kitten in his hand. He was holding a tiny black and brown kitten that looked starving and cold. The awful kitten legitimately had not eaten in a long time. The security guard at the San Francisco marijuana dispensary told me that the dog was crying outside near the section where our office is located. That was likely the sound that I heard. He asked if he should call someone about the cat, although I offered to take it lake apartment with me. The tiny little kitten looked prefer it needed a lake apartment and I thought that she would get along just great with the other members of our dog family.