The cannabis dispensary odored like marijuana.

Even though I was a user of marijuana products, I didn’t like the odor of marijuana.

It was such an unusual odor that it burned my nose.

My spouse bought one product that odored overly sweet, and I didn’t like that either. When I walked into the cannabis dispensary, it odored like marijuana. The odor put me off, and I almost walked right back out. My spouse told me she only wanted to be in the cannabis dispensary for ten minutes, but if I wanted to go to the car, it was okay. I took her hand and stuck close to him as we looked in the uncommon display cases. I saw a pretty item that reminded me of a vase my Grandma once had. I asked if I could look at it. She told me it was a marijuana pipe. I smiled and looked at my spouse, and she shrugged in a way that said buy it if you want it! Fifteen minutes later, we were walking out of the cannabis dispensary with my lavish water pipe and my spouse bought a official marijuana pipe. Our child gave him some marijuana products for Father’s Day one year, and she put it in the safe away from the grandkids. It had been thirty years since she used marijuana products, and since it was now legal, she was going to try what she bought him. It’s funny how now that we’re sixty, we no longer care if people like what we are doing. I have a feeling we’ll be going to the cannabis dispensary more often.
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