Madrona Falls used to be a nothing town. Now it has a farmers market with a waitlist and property values nobody who's lived there longer than a decade can explain. Somewhere in the middle of all that sits Stone & Fern, a dispensary that's been here longer than most of the people complaining about it.
I'm Roz Stone. I run the place with my business partner, Berny Fern, which the name might have already given away. Berny handles the parts of this job that involve caring about people's feelings. I handle the parts that involve being right. It works out most weeks.
People bring us their problems. Not always cannabis problems, though those come up plenty: mislabeled jars, mixed-up strains, a customer convinced of everything they've read online. Sometimes it's smaller than that. Sometimes it's stranger. Berny thinks every one of them deserves getting to the bottom of. I think most of them have an obvious explanation if anyone bothered to look. We're both right often enough that we keep doing this.
This is where I write it down. Short, true-ish accounts of what actually happens behind the counter at a dispensary in a town that can't decide what it wants to be yet. Nobody asked me to keep notes. I do it anyway. Old habit.
New case every issue. Come back and find out what broke this time.
A new customer at Stone & Fern is convinced his order got swapped, and he's not leaving without an explanation. Roz has her own theory. Berny has a different one. Somewhere between the two of them lies the truth about what actually happened to the jar.
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