The cannabis dispensary smelled like marijuana.

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

It was such an odd smell that it burned my nose. My husband bought one product that smelled overly sweet, and I didn’t like that either. When I walked into the cannabis dispensary, it smelled like marijuana. The smell put me off, and I almost walked right back out. My husband told me he 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 his hand and stuck close to him as we looked in the different display cases. I saw a pretty item that reminded me of a vase my grandmother once had. I asked if I could look at it. She told me it was a marijuana pipe. I smiled and looked at my husband. He 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 fancy water pipe and my husband bought a regular marijuana pipe. Our daughter gave him some marijuana products for Father’s Day one year, and he put it in the safe away from the grandkids. It had been thirty years since he used marijuana products, and since it was now legal, he 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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