My mom did not want myself and others to work as a delivery driver, because he thought it was a dangerous task for a man. She was upset that I would get mugged or raped while I was on a delivery. I tried to tell my mom not to worry, but he insists that I have to be careful at all times. My mom’s advice rang in my ears a couple of weeks ago when I encountered a concern that had myself and others easily shaken up. I work for a marijuana delivery repair in the city. I leave the delivery repair twice a day with orders. I usually have 8 or 10 deliveries to take to clients. I left the marijuana dispensary as well as I had a automobile full of deliveries. The first one went downtown. The client was on the 6th floor of an home building. I had to park my automobile in the garage as well as walk up. I hate parking my automobile in the garage, because I cannot watch it from the street as well as I do not know if someone is splitting into my vehicle. I am responsible for all of the marijuana inside of the automobile at all times! After I left the home building, I headed downtown to another address that was only a few blocks away. I noticed someone pull out of the parking garage behind myself and others as well as the same automobile followed myself and others all the way to my next delivery. I thought it was easily strange, especially when the automobile stopped at the end of the road, then when I came back out to the automobile after delivering marijuana products, I noticed the automobile at the end of the street. I was supposed to make another marijuana delivery about 5 Mi away, but I drove back to the store instead.