I'm a simple emigrant, and I underwent an initiation rite

Yesterday, for the first time on the street, someone tried to push weed on me. I've already mentioned that we have a neighborhood of drug addicts/dealers and prostitutes right near my old office. With the new office, the situation has improved, but a small part of the area around the main train station reaches it as well. And yesterday I was walking, listening to music, and I wasn't bothering anyone. Honestly, I had no idea how this is even done. And at one moment a dark-skinned guy walked perpendicular to me, and when we almost collided, he calmly opened his fist, in which lay a sizable bag of weed, while he looked as if he wasn't looking in my direction. I don't know whether I should be offended or glad, but stories about “every corner they're trying to push it on” I had heard even before I moved here. And now I've finally experienced it myself (finally?). By the way, if there's still a silent question in the air, no, I didn't buy it. Should I have? 😅 #frankfurt