I seldom invite random strangers into my house, however the marijuana delivery driver wasn’t a stranger to me.
I had been getting a marijuana delivery to my apartment 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 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 another order, the same marijuana delivery driver came to the house. It was like seeing an outdated friend. The last marijuana delivery was a hefty order. I was having a few wonderful friends at the apartment to help me celebrate my getting married. It was a huge bachelor party I was throwing for myself, then when the marijuana delivery arrived, my trusty delivery driver showed up! She simply looked at her watch and told me she was a little early and asked if it was too early. I told him I had the entire afternoon off, so it wasn’t a big deal. She chuckled and asked if it was a special choice that caused the order to more than double. After explaining I was getting married and this was my bachelor party, she congratulated me and started walking away. I stopped him and asked when she got off duty. She told me I was her last entire marijuana delivery. I told him when the party started and let him know she was totally welcome if she wanted to show up.