Jeremy C.
Yelp
During my evening constitutional around the neighborhood on Saturday, March 5, 2022, I noticed the shop and observed upbeat music and modern décor, so I walked in. A gaudily dressed young woman at the front stopped me with feigned friendliness while essentially fulfilling the role of a bouncer and giving off an aura of ignorance and arrogance while pretending to be a congenial church- or Walmart greeter or restaurant hostess. Her cover wouldn't fool anyone, however, but I sensed that she did not much care about this. She demanded that I produce an identification (ostensibly this is because one must be twenty-one to purchase certain products from these establishments, though I am almost fifty (50) y.o.). In any event, I let all of this go without comment. She asked how she could help me. I replied that I liked the music and décor and was curious what kind of business it was. (What I did not say was that I was growing less curious by the minute.) I tried to downplay the awkwardness by suggesting that I had thought that this was perhaps a tea shop or spa or even a sushi restaurant (giving it too much deference, given its proximity only yards from the sex store next door). This probably won't surprise you, but instead of answering my question, she asked what I was looking for. I was aghast. I told her I just wanted to look around and check out the place. She told me I would need to produce for her my ID. I told her that as I was just walking around the neighborhood, I had not brought my ID, smartphone, or anything else. She told me that the law requires it (untrue: https://www.azdhs.gov/licensing/marijuana/index.php). I told her that I'm a lawyer in Minnesota, and I very much doubted it. She finally admitted that the store sells THC products. I asked her whether it sells anything that can be smoked, and she said yes. I told her that there were two other shops nearby that sell THC, and neither requested identification. One even gave me a sample. Another gentleman walked up to talk to her but did not acknowledge me. Classy. During this interaction, I left a pregnant pause or two, but she made it very clear that I wasn't from around here (true: I travel often) and was not welcome. I asked her why the secrecy given that marijuana is legal, but she wouldn't answer. I found this place shady and disrespectful AF. The staff reminded me of the kind of people that were stoners during high school and didn't at all like top achievers.
