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I've been a regular, loyal customer of Green Door Alternative since before they closed and reopened. Like many MMJ users, I am disabled with PTSD and bipolar 2. The people at Green Door were always sensitive about it. That all changed today. I waited in the lot for my budtender, like always. One worker, Aaron, was walking around aimlessly from car to car, asking the drivers their names. It seemed weird, but whatever. The other bud tender was doing it the right way - taking people's orders out to them when they pulled up and let them know. I had already called twice to let them know I was there. After Aaron asked another new car who they were, I called out "Thomas!" He angrily looked at me sideways and muttered "yeah, I think they said something about that..." and he walked away. Ten minutes later he comes up behind me and says "I'm sorry, you should have said something, I didn't know you were here for us." "I THOUGHT MAYBE THE TWO PHONE CALLS WERE ENOUGH." He held out the bag. I took it. I gave him te money. He looked at me like I had slapped his mother. "What!?" "Don't be snatchin' from me, bro." He marches toward the store, crying that I had upset him. I waited for my change. I was honest with him. "This is the first time I've failed to give a tip." "Oh yeah? Well fuck you, old man! We don't need you here!" This is not why I go to a dispensary. I go to a dispensary to get my medication. This kid thinks of himself as a dope dealer. You've lost a deeply loyal customer.