What Happens in Colorado Stays in Colorado

Chris began to question the wisdom of the trip as she merged onto the 70 east.  What’s that saying, when in Colorado do what the Coloradans do, and that’s what she was going to do…well maybe, that was the goal.

The music blared as she had a hard time hearing the music with the top down.  She had always wanted to drive a lipstick red convertible mustang.  Now was as good as time as any.  When the rental agent told her it would be $200.00 for the day, she almost passed.  But hell, you only live once, right?  Her stomach knotted as waves of nausea flowed over her as she thought about how she was going to explain this to hubby.  It was a business trip.  Ugh, then the explanation to the boss…screw it, she would figure it out later.

She reflected on the two hours she spent pacing the floor in her hotel room weighing her options.  Should she?  If she did, did it make her a bad person?  If she didn’t, would she regret it?  After all, she wasn’t getting any younger.  What if she ended up in a ditch somewhere or worse?  Fine obituary that would be.  Old lady found in a ditch looking for a good time.  Hopefully some of her friends would find humor in it.  The kids would be mortified, or would they.

Shaking off the memory of her indecisiveness, she turned up the radio even louder to drown out the voices in her head telling her this was a bad idea.

“In two miles, take exit 277,” bellows google maps.

“In 100 feet merge right and take exit 277.”

“Stay in the left two lanes and turn left”

“Follow Stapleton South Drive to Grape Street.”

“Your destination is on the right.”

Chris pulled into the parking lot and circled the lot five times and finally lands a spot.  She looks around.  The parking lot is full of cars, rusty beat up cars.  “Maybe this isn’t such a great idea.”  This just isn’t something a VP does while traveling.  Or a mother. “Oh hell, she mumbled, I am doing this.”

As she crawled out of the car, she sheepishly shut the door to avoid drawing attention to herself as two kids walk by.  The girl has piercings in her nose and tattoos all over and is wearing a Walmart camisole, cut off jean shorts that show her ass cheeks.  Her outfit is made complete with thigh high boots that have a 4 inch heel.  The boy has piercings on his eyebrows, cheek, and ears.  No tats…well, that can be seen.  His Guns and Roses T shirt has bleach marks and his frayed jeans are hanging below his crack showing his tighty-whities.  Chris pauses as she always thought boys wore boxers when their pants didn’t cover their ass.  The two are holding hands and laughing as they half skip and half run to the door.

As she approaches the glass door with weather tarnished bars, she takes a deep breath and yanks the rusty bullet proof door open.  As she walks in, she is greeted by a sign, The Green Solution.  “This place reeks of marijuana,” she whispers, then she chuckles, “this is a marijuana dispensary, I guess it should smell.”

Chris stops in the middle of the store, she looks from left to right, there are rows and rows of various types of, weed in their special little bins.  Stop chuckling, you know you wanted me to say it.  A 20 something kid approaches her.

“HI ma’am, what can get for you?”  Oh lord, he called me ma’am…I must look my age right now.

“Um, do, um, do you have recommendations.

The kid pushes his black and orange over gelled hair back and laughs. “It depends on how much you have to spend and how much fun you want to have.”

Just then, a few other 20 somethings move closer to Chris, smiling as if they are her long lost friends. Chris looks down at the counter, yep, this is probably one of those trips she shouldn’t have made.


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