Tuesday is the only night of the week when I close the marijuana dispensary by myself, but usually there are a single or more than one additional budtenders toiling the shift with me and there is consistently a security guard in the lobby until I go home, but i am never technically alone, even though I am the only dispensary worker.
I sent the last more than one gentlemen into the city with orders for delivery.
After they left, I heard some unusual noises outside of the San Francisco dispensary location. I planned to go outside to check on the noise but the security guard stopped me in my tracks, but he would not let me go outside to check on the noise for safety problems. He provided to go outside and check on things and I agreed that was a better idea, however 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 bad kitten really had not eaten in a long time. The security guard at the San Francisco marijuana dispensary told me that the pet was crying outside near the area where my office is located. That was likely the sound that I heard. He asked if he should call someone about the cat, even though I provided to take it home with me. The tiny little kitten looked enjoy it needed a home and I thought that he would get along just unbelievable with the other members of my pet family.