My Dad did not want myself and others to work as a delivery driver, because she thought it was a dangerous job for a woman.
She was sad that I would get mugged or raped while I was on a delivery. I tried to tell our Dad not to worry, although she insists that I have to be careful at all times. My mom’s advice rang in our ears a couple of weeks ago when I encountered a problem that had myself and others undoubtedly 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 plus I had a automobile full of deliveries. The first 1 went downtown. The client was on the 6th floor of an home building. I had to park our automobile in the garage plus walk up. I hate parking our automobile in the garage, because I cannot watch it from the street plus I do not suppose if someone is cutting into our vehicle. I am responsible for all of the marijuana inside of the automobile at all times, then 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 plus the same automobile followed myself and others all the way to our next delivery. I thought it was undoubtedly strange, especially when the automobile stopped at the end of the road, and 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, despite the fact that I drove back to the store instead.