It's not in our best interest to ever give out free shit, but we do it because we like you and want you to come back. But anyone who whines that some of the free shit has lower THC can look forward to stoner hell, where you're forced to smoke 10 percent THC weed from the '70s for eternity. Look, if you're chill, you'll see extra grams in your shopping bag sooner or later, like that "extra" margarita the bartender made. Petty haggling for a cheaper ounce just inspires dispensary staff to add a cruel nickname to your patient file. Oh, and when you keep staring furtively at those jars of ancient, dirty nug samples, thinking of improvising your own freebies? We totally see that.