I seldom invite strangers into my house, however the marijuana delivery driver wasn’t a stranger to me.
- I had been getting a full marijuana delivery to my condo at least once a week for the last year! Ever since they legalized recreational marijuana, I had been putting in an order whenever I got paid.
I enjoyed having a marijuana delivery, because I lived on the other side of town. I didn’t actually need to travel the extra ten miles from where I worked to the dispensary, then travel fifteen miles back to my house. Every time I put in an order, the same marijuana delivery driver came to the house. It was like looking at an aged friend. The last marijuana delivery was a hefty order. I was stuck having a few nice friends at the condo to help me celebrate my getting married. It was a bachelor celebration I was throwing for myself, then when the marijuana delivery arrived, my trusty delivery driver showed up, he looked at his watch and told me he was a little early and asked if it was too early. I told him I had the day off, so it wasn’t a huge deal. He chuckled and asked if it was a special occasion that caused the order to more than double. After explaining I was getting married and this was my bachelor celebration, he congratulated me and started walking away. I stopped him and asked when he got off duty. He told me I was his last marijuana delivery. I told him when the celebration started and let him know he was easily welcome if he wanted to show up.