After a year in New Mexico’s medical cannabis program, I couldn’t afford to renew. Not that I wanted to, because the products in this state are overpriced and lacking in quality. And so the legal market forced me into the underground market.
For the two years that I’ve been in the underground market, I’ve lost count of the number of connections I’ve had. Some dumped me, while I dumped others. The thing is, you can’t let people treat you like shit. Like you don’t matter. Because if you allow other people to disrespect you, then you will begin to disrespect yourself.
Me:
Subject: Stood up again
Since I can’t cook for myself with a broken foot, I have to go get something to eat. I’ve been waiting to eat for 5 hours. Waiting on you. I’m leaving in 15 minutes. If I hear from you before I leave, fine. If not, talk to you tomorrow.
The Heartless Bitch:
Subject: RE: Stood up again
Sorry my son has been a handful since he got home.
Me: When you change your plans, it would be nice if you would let me know. After all, they were my plans, too.
The Heartless Bitch: Well I dont really continuously check my phone or refresh my email when Im caring for my son. I’ll email you tomorrow.
Me: It would’ve taken you less than a minute to send me an email with your change in plans. And it’s not like this is the first time you’ve stood me up. Or the second. Or the third. Usually, I don’t let people treat me like this — like I’m a piece of gum that got stuck to your shoe. I wonder if you would still do business with me if I kept standing you up.
The Heartless Bitch: Ok unfortunately my life doesnt revolve around refreshing my email to see if Ive got anything from you. And I dont think talking to me that way is going to help. Im not sure if you have other means of getting what you need but maybe they can spend more time checking to see if you’ve emailed. Because apparently my having a life (my son, work, classes) isnt going to work out for you.
Me: *****, we had an appointment. You were not waiting to hear from me. You didn’t have to check your email. I was waiting to hear from you when you returned home from picking up your son from school. If you couldn’t make the 2:30 appointment, all you had to do was let me know. I call that common courtesy. Why is that too much to ask? And I’m sorry if you don’t like hearing about how being stood up makes me feel, but I never lie.
The Heartless Bitch: Ok. Well my son will always come first. Whether you call it an appointment or not.
Me: You made the appointment. You chose the time. I have gone above and beyond as one of your customers. In fact, I would bet that I’m the best customer you ever had. I saw your ad on Craig’s List. I hope you find dozens of customers just so you can see that I’m right. Although I have to say, I’ve run into a few of your customers on Craig’s List, and they had a lot to say about you. Do you ever wonder why you can’t keep regular customers?
I don’t understand why you would rather find new customers who are strangers rather than just show me a little common courtesy. But that’s your choice, not mine.
The Heartless Bitch: I will not argue or continue to entertain your tantrum. I have at least 10 people I’ve been selling to for about 3 years. I dont really think its a huge deal either way. Take care.
Me: I’m not surprised that you don’t think standing people up or lying is a huge deal. After all, it’s the way you do business. And if you have so many customers, why are you advertising for more? You know, you should feel extremely lucky that I’m not a vindictive person, because you’ve caused me a lot of frustration and pain. And all of it for average weed.
You appear unable to take responsibility for your bad behavior. So much so, that I’m thinking about teaching you a lesson… But, it’s your loss, dude. I’m sure your son was appreciating the extra income you got from me. Too bad for him. And I hope none of your new customers will pose a threat to you or your son. Take care.
I need cannabis to survive. That’s a fact. I don’t handle dry periods very well, but I’ve learned that, if I try hard enough, there will always be another connection. Which is more important, my survival or the amount of respect I have for myself? I don’t know the answer to that question.
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