As a black business owner, I love supporting other black business owners in any industry.
I understand and recognize the importance of keeping the black dollar within our communities.
However, if I am not respected and treated as a customer should be, I will never support business it doesn't matter if it's black or not.
Respect is a minimum and when you don't respect your customers, you don't appreciate the business that they're bringing to you.
As a psychotherapist, I am always observing closely attention to how I am treated when I spend my money at a business that I am patronizing for the first time.
On my first visit to DC's Anacostia Organics in June 2020, the overweight security guard (retired Black police officer was sitting in the front of the location.
The guard saw my NJ MMDC and started making small talk. I communicated with him as I do with anyone who speaks to me, I communicate. The owner engaged in conversation with me because she saw the sorority shirt that I was wearing and she professed her long-lived desire of being a member.
However, as a result of reciprocating communication with both individuals, he was condescending, insulting, and overall disrespectful. He spoke to the owner about me in front of me and said" She has not stopped talking since she came in here."
I did not respond and I do not respond to ignorance, I take a mental note and do what needs to be done in a situation; it is handled appropriately.
Despite this particular incident, I wanted to give this dispensary another opportunity to get it right. There are sometimes things that may have been going on that I may not have been aware of, so before I write a review, I am fair and unbiased.
So in August 2020, I decided to return to the dispensary and to support the Black-owned business again. However, with the exception of the front door staff member, everyone else was unprofessional, lacked people skills, and do not understand what good customer service looks like.
When I entered the second door-way, I had spoken to the person at the desk and had told her that I had difficulty placing an online order. She directed me to the masculine female with the short dreads. I greeted this individual and her immediate response was: "do you know what you want?" So apparently, greeting people in this business is not a part of their job description. Nor is, "welcome how may I help you." They skipped that training day.
I spoke to the tall masculine-looking female with dreads, to ask this individual about online ordering, reiterated that I had a hard time ordering and that I could not see where to submit the order on my phone. Their response, you just place the order. So, I suppose in their head, that explains how the online dispensary system ordering works.
I had given this individual a written list of potential items that I wanted to buy with prices and there were some notes I had made. It had listed a few different things and visually the paper there were items scratched off, items with question marks, etc.
However, the masculine-looking female with dreads, basically insulted me because I wrote down five packs of medicinal marijuana but it was crossed off with 4 packs. So in their head, it was appropriate to verbalize the written changes to the overweight security guard (retired disrespectful cop from June 2020) who was (at the time) being crossed trained on entering orders into the dispensary computer.
That made no sense at all. Why was there a need to tell him the error I had revised on my paper? Does that assist him in learning how to enter orders? Or does that give him an additional reason to continue his lack of professionalism? I didn't know that changing my mind would subject me to being criticized.
The masculine-looking female with dreads was having so much side conversation that it prevented from the overweight security guard from focusing and he entered the order wrong and had to do it again.
No apology was given to me because that mistake caused me to have to wait even longer for the order, that was wrong in the first place. I suppose "shake" means "flower."
Nonetheless, I took it because I had already had to wait an extensive amount of time because the overweight retired cop did not know how to type and hitting one key at a time was his speed.
I took out my PNC debit card and handed it to the masculine-looking female with dreads, her response was "we don't take debit cards." I am not from the area, that is evident because of my out of state dispensary card, so at the time, I did not where a PNC bank was located. This individual did not tell me that there was one a few doors down. So I used Anacostia's ATM. Thanks for not telling me! Everyone loves bank fees!
I saw in the front by the door waiting for my Uber back to Union Station. As I was waiting, I asked the third individual questions about how to make a purchase on the website because I was not seeing the shopping cart on my phone. The response that I got was read more