My mom did not want me to work as a delivery driver, because she thought it was a dangerous task for a woman.
She was sad that I would get mugged or raped while I was on a delivery.
I tried to tell our mom not to worry, but 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 me actually 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 & I had a motorcar full of deliveries. The first a single went downtown. The client was on the 6th floor of an condo building. I had to park our motorcar in the garage & walk up. I do not like parking our motorcar in the garage, because I can’t watch it from the street & I do not think if someone is cutting into our vehicle. I am responsible for all of the marijuana inside of the motorcar at all times, then after I left the condo building, I headed downtown to another address that was only a few blocks away. I noticed someone pull out of the parking garage behind me & the same motorcar followed me all the way to our next delivery. I thought it was actually strange, especially when the motorcar stopped at the end of the road, when I came back out to the motorcar after delivering marijuana products, I noticed the motorcar at the end of the street. I was supposed to make another marijuana delivery about 5 Mi away, although I drove back to the store instead.
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