There are at least four marijuana stores opening in my small city of Stratford, Ontario, Canada. I never thought I’d see this day arrive, but it’s here.
The owners of these stores, I assumed, would want to give names to their shops that would convey a kind of harmless, comforting impression to the general public who needs to get used to all this. Names such as Higher Ground, Light and Easy, Hello Mellow or Weed ‘n’ Seed. (I wish I could get paid for thinking up names.)
But I might have been wrong.
I drove past once such establishment today and chuckled at a sign announcing Wacky Tabacky. To heck with being shy about it, those entrepreneurs must have figured.
A second one is less direct, calling itself Little Leaf. Then there is Crossroads Cannabis and Green Seal Cannabis. (I am sorry if I have overlooked any others. Also, I apologize for my profound ignorance on this subject.)
One thing I do know that I probably will never enter any of these places. Not because I have any objections to the use of marijuana, moral or otherwise, but because I know my personality well enough to know if I went in and bought some weed, I’d be there first thing the next morning banging on the door to let me in to buy some more. And I’d be back every day the shop was open or until my money ran out, so, three days max.
Even if, for some reason, a shop opened up called Free Weed For All People Named Jim, I still would not show up.
But who knows? Future health problems could change my mind.
Whatever they are named, I wish them all well.
©2020 Jim Hagarty
