My dad couldn't handle the edibles

My dad came to visit for a week, and I wanted him to have a really good time.

It was the very first time that my dad was ever on an airplane.

He flew on a direct flight across the country to visit me in my home. I picked up my dad from the airport, he was happy and filled with smiles. He had a great flight, which was my hope. It’s the reason why I paid for a direct flight. I didn’t want my dad to deal with any of the airline troubles that come with a layover or connecting flight. While my dad was visiting, the two of us went to a couple of baseball games. Before one of the baseball games, I stopped at a cannabis dispensary to pick up some edible treats. My dad hasn’t had cannabis since he was in college. I gave him a 10 mg gummy tablet. My dad was convinced that I was swindled by the cannabis dispensary. He swore that the gummy tablet was a fake and a fraud, because he didn’t feel anything after 30 minutes. My dad insisted that I give him another 10 mg gummy tablet. I tried to tell my dad that it takes a long time to feel the effects from edibles. I warned him that another 10 mg might put him down for the night, but he didn’t listen. He decided to eat one more 10 mg gummy tablet. By the end of the seventh inning, my dad was drooling down the side of his face. He was ready to go home and go to sleep. When the cannabis finally hits your body and mind, it hits like a brick.