Yesterday our old pal Rhino-san was still in town following our daughter’s Saturday wedding, so we took him on a tour of Denver. One of our stops was intended to appease my curiosity, that stop being at one of Denver’s new legal recreational marijuana shops.
I dislike forming opinions about things I haven’t seen for myself. As long-term readers of these pages and my old LiveJournal blog will know, I have long been an advocate of legalizing marijuana, not because I wish to use it (I don’t) but because I think it’s arguably silly to keep it illegal. Drying up the profit appeal for criminals is a good thing, too. But what I wanted to do yesterday was to see one recreational pot operation for myself, not because I wished to buy any (I don’t) but to satisfy my innate and often-overwhelming curiosity.
Obviously I took no photos, nor did I ask to take any, sensing that the shop employees would disapprove. So I’ll describe the experience instead.
First, the entry: There were two doors, barred by a young lady behind heavy glass. The inner door was a heavy steel fire door, locked; the young lady behind the glass required your identification for examination before unlocking the inner door (no one under 21 is allowed inside for any reason.) Our IDs were returned once we were inside.
The shop was clean, neat, well organized. The employees were polite, friendly and well-informed. There was a large, beefy but friendly young man seated on a chair in the corner of the small main room who had the distinct air of a bouncer.
As to the product: Having had some passing acquaintance with marijuana in my irresponsible youth, I thought I had some idea to expect. Not so! Samples of the various types of recreational weed were arranged on tables around the showroom, and we were encouraged to open the jars and smell the product. By odor alone I would have judged the product to be much, much stronger than the stuff I remember from the 1970s – and the young lady who we spoke with affirmed that weed has “come a long way since the Seventies.”
She was, incidentally, friendly, polite, and knowledgeable. I had announced on entry that neither myself, Mrs. Animal or Rhino-san had any intention to purchase but were simply curious, and there never was any objection or any lack of attention paid to us because of that.
So, impressions: If a state is going to legalize recreational pot, this one store at least presented a reasonable way to vendor the legal product. Security was tight, the employees were well-informed as to the possible pitfalls as well as the technical aspects of the weed.
I’m not sure what I was expecting from a legal weed shop, but what I saw wasn’t it – it was better. So for now, my curiosity is appeased. We may still debate the wisdom of Colorado’s legalized recreational pot, but the execution of the law – at least in this case – seems to be working.