I wrote “Drive Thru” after reading about a fella who parked in front of one of the first recreational pot stores to open in Seattle.
Not that the thought of a medical cannabis drive thru should seem surprising. There’s an absurdity to the way the medical marijuana marketplace was run. Boundaries were pushed and they were pushed hard. Names were given to cannabis strains that would never pass trademark scrutiny, wildly inappropriate packaging was common, dispensaries popped up in residential neighborhoods and business to business transactions took place in parking lots. It was both obscene and entertaining.
The boldness of setting up a drive thru in the parking lot of your competitor encapsulates much of what the Seattle medical marijuana marketplace was all about.