Completely disagree, I really prefer the yuppie behind the counter with the fake smile who’s already judged you as a person the minute you walked in because you just so happened to have the identity that fit every stereotype they can imagine, and when you ask them for recs they wonder how you’re able to put on pants because sativa = creativity and indica = couch duhhh. You find yourself choosing between 24% THC and 41% and when you get home you find that both have been selectively bred to make you feel you’ve got seal team 6 on your ass. Either that or you go to sleep for 14 hrs