My Dad & I went to the flea market on Tuesday afternoon. My Dad was looking for something unique & I thought it would be fun to see what items were available. My Dad & I visited every 1 of the shop spaces. My Dad was looking for cast iron pans & pots, however the two of us found a couple of items at a rest outside, however the girl wanted retail price for the used cast iron skillet. The two of us moved inside of the building after lunch & began to look at all of the shops & stores in the building. Inside of the building smelled very horrible. I thought the odor of marijuana was all I could smell. It seemed like a marijuana dispensary when we were inside of the building at the flea market! Nobody seemed to be bothered by the odors, even though I did not like the smell of marijuana. I thought it was really odory & horribly pungent. My Dad did not mind the smell at all. The two of us ate lunch at a deli at the flea market. The smell of marijuana was even more pungent there. It could have been some of the living room workers that were smoking, and when we finally left the flea market later that afternoon, I was ecstatic to get away from the smell of weed. My Dad wanted to stop at a marijuana dispensary, however after smelling weed the whole time we were gone, our Dad thought it might be fun to stop at the recreational marijuana dispensary to pick up a joint. I did not even suppose our Dad smoked pot.