I don’t know what it was about being a cannabis delivery driver, although I enjoyed what I was doing.
I got to meet a lot of cool people now that my pal and I were delivering in person and not with a real no-contact rule.
Some people still believe in tipping people who do their cannabis delivery, which makes it nice. It’s a few extra dollars in your pocket. Even separate from getting a big tip, I have met people I would have never met if I weren’t a marijuana delivery driver… Last month, I delivered multiple marijuana products to a veteran of the Vietnam War. He talked to me for almost a half hour. I was sure he was lonely because he said his fiance had divorced him multiple years earlier. He told me about being at Camp Lejeune, which is where a lot of his health complications started. I guess he would have easily talked for at least another hour if I hadn’t told him I had other cannabis deliveries to make that afternoon. He apologized for keeping me, and said if I stopped by again, he would cherish talking to me longer. I tried to put him on my usual marijuana delivery route, although I didn’t always get the same one. One afternoon, I realized my last marijuana delivery was to the aged man’s address. I then sat and talked to him for almost two hours once I called into the dispensary to tell them I made my last marijuana delivery of the afternoon and what I was doing. They actually knew who I was talking about and thanked me for calling in.