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| En route to my client's spot, with some Caramel Latte from Endo Cafe Lancaster - April 2025 |
Good afternoon beautiful people... and Happy Easter to you all.
I know Easter has just begun, but mine is done and dusted. I’ve already handled the whole resurrection part, and this is me coming back with the proof.
My Easter story begins with a hunt.
A TP (toilet paper) hunt, to be exact — two jumbo packs, 30 rolls each, if I’m allowed to be specific. I know the only stress people are supposed to have this weekend is where to hide the Easter eggs (can y’all still afford eggs, by the way, or am I crossing borders I might not be allowed back from?).
Anyway, I was on the hunt this morning — not for eggs — but chasing down toilet paper at 8 a.m. on a Saturday morning.
I know the phrase "chasing down toilet paper" might trigger some mild pandemic ptsd (lowercase, out of respect for folks managing actual diagnoses), but this wasn’t a COVID flashback. Nor was your girl out here dealing with the consequences of a night of painting these Lancaster streets red and having her hands up like she just didn't care (dang, I need to go for a rave - is that still a word). None of that was happening, this was just a classic case of Amazon taking one item from my client’s supply order on a little field trip... all the way to Petersburg (that’s where the tracking says the order ended up — even though everything else was delivered to the correct address).
Amazon, make it make sense.
You may be wondering how we got here, right?
So yes, I’m a logistics-and-ops girlie on the side (trying to make this money and fund the next phase of grad school) - which means some days, I’m celebrating wins like placing a client in print or pulling off a tabling event. Other days? I’m making sure client spaces are stocked with tea, printer paper, coffee… and yes, toilet paper.
Sometime this week, I ordered supplies as usual — including the now infamous two jumbo packs of TP. The plan was to swing by today and unload everything. I checked the tracking and it showed some things had arrived earlier than others, but everything was marked as delivered.
I got to the spot and… no TP. I double-checked the delivery info, expanded the tracking details — and there it was: the toilet paper had been delivered to East Petersburg...why? and also how did everything else make it to the right place — except the most important item?
So now I am on my screen trying to reason with a bot before a human associate joins the chat and we get a replacement order placed. I update the client lest they wonder why we are low on TP, and as I was unloading the rest of the stuff and making sure everything looked good, I realize how sleepy I felt, which was weird because I had just picked up a little coffee boost on my way in.
The problem? I may have ordered a buzz instead of a boost. Let me explain.
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| Goodies from Lancaster Beignet Co |
I usually get my weekend treat at a beignet spot (because I get to order some beignets which are technically Kenyan maandazi's distant cousin). Every time I’m there, I make a mental note to try the café across the street — but habit always fails me. Until today, when I finally decided to switch it up.
I walked in and ordered a caramel latte — because caramel is my current go-to whenever I have to make an order at a new spot. The barista asked the usual questions — milk type, extra pumps, etc. In hindsight, I think she asked about CBD, but honestly, ordering anything in America always feels like sitting an exam. As long as I had my base — caramel and latte — I said yes to everything.
I paid, snapped a few pics of the space (just in case I ended up liking the latte and wanted to blog about it later - who knew it was going to be sooner rather than later literally), bumped into someone I knew and chatted for a bit, picked up my drink, and left.
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| En route to try out Endo Cafe, N. Prince Street, Lancaster PA - April 2025 |
I got to my client’s spot, saw the TP was missing, did the Amazon bot-slash-human associate chat while sipping my latte. Then it was time to unload and organize — but my coordination was... misbehaving.
As someone with lived experience of seizures, I was like not today, Lord... and definitely not over a flimsy two-pack of toilet paper whose replacement had already been placed. My signs and symptoms take different shapes and sizes.
Because I’m in a binary relationship with a bot — and because I know coffee can hit differently for some people — I asked her if my caramel latte could really be the culprit. I mean, lattes are more milk than caffeine, right? I described everything: the café, the drink, and exactly what I was feeling.
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| Apparently the logo tells it all but I missed the signs - endo is one of the flips done by cyclists hence all the bike decor in the cafe, endo is slang of weed hence the items on the menu, and a sloth on a bicycle (how did I miss the signs) |
That’s when she gently made me aware that Endo, the café’s name, is actually slang for weed — specifically high-quality indoor-grown cannabis. Apparently, West Coast rappers have been singing about it since the ’90s (this is what I get for filling my song book with Mariah Carey and Soul for Real lyrics). A quick browse of the café’s menu and prices confirmed it — based on the charge on my card, I had, indeed, ordered a CBD latte.
It was barely 10:30 a.m., and I was silently praying no one would show up at the client’s space while I was in this endo induced state.
Now, you all know I did a whole semester of Addiction and Psychopathology, so yes — I know CBD isn’t THC. But for the sake of my people at the back — and everyone I will be in church with tomorrow morning celebrating the Risen King — allow me to wear my mental health advocate hat and break it down…also I am not advocating for anyone to try anything, just sharing my experience.
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| Endo Cafe Lancaster PA Entrance...also if you are always in Downtown Lancaster, you might have seen the dude who stands on different street with the sign that say 'We All Need' then folds it to cover the middle words to leave the word Weed (how did I miss all these clues) - April 2025 |
THC is certified psychoactive, meaning it alters your mood, perception, and coordination in a much stronger way. You’ll find it in vapes and edibles — not your average café across the street (unless it’s one of those cafés that makes it very clear). It is not legal everywhere mainly because of its addictive potential — it can trigger psychosis, paranoia, and Cannabis Use Disorder, especially in people with certain risk factors.
CBD, on the other hand, is the non-addictive chill sibling, known for its non-psychoactive properties. It just makes you calm, sleepy, or mellow — which, let’s be honest, is still a kind of psychoactivity, just not on the intense "head high" league.
Still… depending on the dose and your personal tolerance, CBD can make you feel something. In my case, it was a strong “I need to go lie down immediately” type of something.
Also, can we talk about how ironic it is to put CBD in coffee? Like... caffeine is a stimulant (pick me up) while CBD is on that turn-the-lights-low Lauryn Hill vibe. So why are they in the same cup? My bot boo says the theory behind it is — CBD is thought to balance out some of the less pleasant effects of caffeine — like the jitters, increased heart rate, or anxiety spikes.
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| Spot the bicycle decor inside Endo Cafe Lancaster PA - April 2025 |
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| Inside Endo Cafe Lancaster PA - April 2025 |
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| Did not get round to checking out the jewelry and book collection at Endo Cafe Lancaster PA, my pal walked in and we started chatting - April 2025 |
In my case, my body was calmed all the way down — like just lie me down.
I managed to put everything away, then hopped on a bus home — even though I could’ve walked. I was done with experiments. I took a quick nap because that is what the body needed… and now I’m living to tell the tale.
If I do nothing else this Easter weekend, I’m good. I already crammed a whole crucifixion, burial, and resurrection into one morning.
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