So I got some dabs last night. Normally the dabs I was getting came from out of Oklahoma, and I was a little hesitant on the quality of them (how they were processed, if actually real terpenes, etc.) Well these dabs yesterday came from an actual dispensary.
And like, it's 4:30 pm. The work phone hasn't rang ALL. DAY. LONG. I tell myself "shit man, wait until 5 before doing these dabs, these will probably get you fucked up since it's been so long since you've had the REAL thing." I don't wait. I'm impatient. The god damn phone hasn't rang ALL. DAY. LONG.
I dab. Holy eagle tits. I'm fucking soooooooooooooooooooooooo high. Holy shit high.
The phone rings.
... FUCK.
Me, attempting to talk to one of my customers in a high pitch falsetto voice that I couldn't control: "Gobbly gobble doot-dee-doo?" Her name is Taryn. I fucking called her Karen.
Twice.

I struggled SOOOOOOOO HARD making it through that 5 minute call.
I should have fucking waited. I should have just let the call go to voicemail.