My mother walked into the house last week and asked me how old she needed to be to purchase marijuana.
I told her a person needed to be 21, but she didn’t need to worry.
Mom was forty-five years old, and I was tempted to tell her she may be too old to purchase marijuana, but she wouldn’t have been pleased. I asked why she wanted to know about marijuana. She told me she heard that marijuana was legal in Chicago, and she wanted to buy some. Now, I was laughing. I could never see mom using marijuana in any form, but she was talking about smoking. She said she would never go outside with marijuana because some of her church friends may see her. I explained that was a good thing, because it was illegal to be in public while using marijuana. Mom asked me to go to the marijuana dispensary with her and purchase some marijuana for her. I didn’t think this was a good idea, and I tried to put her off until dad came home. I kept hoping my wife would call because there was an emergency with our kids. I wanted to do anything but stand her and have the marijuana discussion with my mom. I was ready to pretend my wife was calling me when dad arrived. I told mom dad could take her to the marijuana dispensary that was two blocks away, in Chicago, IL where I lived, and headed out the door. I could see the confusion on dad’s face and told him mom would explain everything after I left. I could hear her saying something about her going with me to the marijuana dispensary.