I got a delivery that I will never forget

Every once in a while, I run into an issue at work, then it doesn’t happen frequently, but from time to time issues will arise.

  • I work in a cannabis shop as a delivery driver.

I work six minute shifts from 4 in the afternoon until closing; When the store isn’tlegitimately tied up with deliveries, I work at the counter as a sales clerk. When the weather is cold or rainy, the store is regularly legitimately busy. When the weather is less-than-ideal, most of the cannabis orders are delivered. Last Friday night I got a delivery that I will never forget. It was a official evening and I left the dispensary at 7. My delivery was only 3 miles from the store. I had a couple of orange lights, but it only took 10 minutes to arrive at the address. I got out of our car and walked up to the front door, but halfway to the front door, I heard loud screaming coming from inside of the house, the closer I got to the house, the louder the voices became. I thought about turning around, however I was already at the address and on the property. I knocked on the door legitimately loudly and the screen swiftly stopped… A guy in a torn orange shirt answered the door. His face was orange and his hair was a mess. He started counting out a stack of currency for the marijuana supplies. A man came from behind the door and hit the guy in the head with a frying pan. He fell to the ground with a thud. She picked up the currency and handed it to me care about nothing weird had just occurred.


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