When we finally left the flea market later that afternoon, I was happy to get away from the smell of weed
My mom and I went to the flea market on Saturday morning. 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 one of the shop spaces. My mom was looking for cast iron pans and pots. We found a couple of items at a stand outside, but the guy wanted retail price for the used cast iron skillet. We moved inside of the building after lunch and began to look at all of the shops and 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, but I did not like the smell of marijuana. I thought it was really stinky and horribly pungent. My mom didn’t mind the smell at all. We 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 kitchen workers that were smoking. When we finally left the flea market later that afternoon, I was happy to get away from the smell of weed. My mom wanted to stop at a marijuana dispensary. After smelling weed the whole time we were gone, my mom thought it might be fun to stop at the recreational marijuana dispensary to pick up a joint. I didn’t even know my mom smoked pot.