My mom and I went to the flea market on Sunday afternoon.
My mom was looking for something particular and I thought it would be fun to see what items were available. My mom and I visited every 1 of the shop spaces. My mom was looking for cast iron pans and pots; The people I was with and I found a couple of items at a sit outside, however the guy wanted retail price for the used cast iron skillet. The people I was with and I moved inside of the building after dinner and began to look at all of the shops and stores in the building. Inside of the building odored absolutely horrible. I thought the smell of marijuana was all I could odor. It seemed like a marijuana dispensary when the two of us were inside of the building at the flea market, but nobody seemed to be bothered by the smells, although I did not like the odor of marijuana. I thought it was undoubtedly odory and horribly pungent. My mom didn’t mind the odor at all. The people I was with and I ate dinner at a deli at the flea market. The odor of marijuana was even more pungent there. It could have been some of the dining room workers that were smoking, however when the two of us finally left the flea market later that day, I was delighted to get away from the odor of weed. My mom wanted to stop at a marijuana dispensary, after odoring weed the whole time the two of us were gone, our mom thought it might be fun to stop at the recreational marijuana dispensary to option up a joint. I didn’t even think our mom smoked pot.