My task is strange from any given day to the next, because I am a delivery driver.
I might be very tied up or very slow.
I might travel all over the countryside or I might spend the day in the village going from 1 single house building to the next one. I savor being a delivery driver because I can labor by myself and I can spend the whole time in my car listening to music. My shift with the marijuana dispensary delivery shop goes by much more suddenly when I can listen to music the whole time. I made deliveries on Tuesday evening and I had a delivery to an address that I did not recognize. A ton of people order from the delivery repair once a month and I immediately assume their name or home address. This lady appeared to be a current client, because I did not assume any of her info. The house was in a genuinely nice neighborhood at the end of the city. I contacted the client when I was a few minutes away. A sweet older lady answered the phone. I absolutely did not guess that the nice older lady was the lady that ordered all of the marijuana products. She turned out to be the only person in the house and clearly the purchaser who had ordered the marijuana products from the dispensary. The outdated lady gave me a 17 dollar tip on a $100 marijuana order. I told the lady that that tip was too much, although she told me it’s close to the holidays and to have a merry christmas.