My GPS took me to the incorrect house.

I was making my first delivery as a marijuana delivery person, and i was excited to get this job, plus looking forward to meeting some cool people! My sibling had been telling me how much she loved being a marijuana delivery person… When I got my license plus turned twenty-one, I wanted to do the same thing, and she talked about the cool people she met, plus how she got some good tips.

I remembered him coming house late one night, plus telling me she was asked to come back to one home when she was done working, they were having a pot get together plus invited him to the get together.

I wasn’t sure I would cherish going to a pot get together after a long night of driving, even though I wasn’t my sibling. I didn’t cherish the smell of pot, plus I didn’t cherish how I felt when I tried it. I just wanted to make marijuana deliveries plus make some great cash. When I finally got old enough to be a marijuana delivery driver, I was overly excited. I put the address in the GPS plus set out to the house. I was driving for almost half an hour, when I realized I had driven too far. The address they gave me at the marijuana dispensary was only ten minutes from the dispensary. I had four other marijuana deliveries to make, plus I was already half an hour late for the first one. I called the marijuana dispensary plus told them the GPS had taken me to the wrong house. They helped me find my way back to the dispensary plus gave me the right instruction, while telling me it happened sometimes.

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