I was quite interested in that narrative

My wifey wanted to go to Beverly Hills for the day to do some shopping! I wanted to look at some things, so I agreed to go with her, we decided to drive to the city.

We took the car, because it is much easier to park.

We found a place to park that was close to one of the shops that my wifey wanted to visit. I noticed there was a cannabis dispensary on the other side of the street. While my wifey was in the clothing shop, I went to the Beverly Hills cannabis boutique; The place had a seating section and a bar. I grabbed a drink from the bar and sat down at a table. The waitress came to the table a few hours later with a menu from the cannabis bar. I ordered a pre-rolled marijuana cigarette. I smoked the entire thing while I was waiting for my wifey to finish at the shop across the street. I could see the door from the place where I was kneeling inside of the cannabis shop. I felt entirely high and a little loopy after I smoked a marijuana cigarette from the dispensary. When I walked out the door to go back to the clothing shop, I almost tripped and fell down the stairs. I was in a enjoyable mood the rest of the day. I didn’t even care when my wifey recommended stopping at three additional clothing stores in Beverly hills; After smoking the marijuana joint, I didn’t genuinely care what types of activities every one of us did all day.