My GPS took me to the wrong house.

I was making my first delivery as a marijuana delivery person.

I was excited to get this job, and looking forward to meeting some cool people. My brother had been telling me how much he enjoyed being a marijuana delivery person. When I got my license and turned twenty-one, I wanted to do the same thing. He talked about the cool people he met, and how he got some great tips. I remembered him coming home late one night, and telling me he was asked to come back to one house when he was done working. They were having a pot party and invited him to the party. I wasn’t sure I would enjoy going to a pot party after a long night of driving, but I wasn’t my brother. I didn’t enjoy the odor of pot, and I didn’t enjoy how I felt when I tried it. I just wanted to make marijuana deliveries and make some good money. When I finally got old enough to be a marijuana delivery driver, I was overly excited. I put the address in the GPS and 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, and I was already half an hour late for the first one. I called the marijuana dispensary and told them the GPS had taken me to the wrong house. They helped me find my way back to the dispensary and gave me the right directions, while telling me it happened sometimes.

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