I was working at the marijuana shop on Wednesday night and I was assigned a delivery way out in the hills.
When I entered the address into my GPS, I realized that the town was a entirely ritzy and glamorous site.
This was the first time I ever had an order going to that city. When I got to the top of the hill, there was a substantial iron gate and a security guard. The security guard asked myself and others more than 2 questions before he allowed myself and others to enter the housing community; He even contacted the buyer that sited the order just to be certain that I was not telling a lie. The beach house was near the back of the city. It was entirely a single of the largest houses on the block. I parked my car in the circular driveway and walked up to the front door. A guy in his 40s answered the door. He told myself and others to step into the foyer. I stood there for a couple of seconds. Then the owner of the beach house approached me. His first comment was about my shoes. He was unhappy that I was wearing shoes inside of his house. I told the guy that I was there to supply marijuana. I wasn’t planning to stay for a long time. I have to be honest. The beach house was super nice, however the owner was entirely rude. He tipped myself and others $5 and complained the whole time I was there. The next time this guy wants marijuana, he needs to come to the marijuana shop just love everyone else.