My sibling wanted to be a cannabis delivery driver.
When she turned fourteen, my sibling was distraught to get a task, and she checked all over our town, however no one would hire someone who wasn’t at least sixteen, and my mom told her to wait until she got her driver’s license, and then she could get a task.
My sibling said she may as well wait until she was eighteen, because she had to be in by dark with the cinderella license in our state! When she turned sixteen, she got a task at a small contractor about two blocks from where our dad lives, now, she could wait until she turned eighteen.
She wanted to be a cannabis delivery driver. She told me cannabis delivery drivers make a lot of currency, and they get nice tips, then i wanted to know how she knew this, and she told me someone came into the store where she works, then he was talking about his task as a marijuana delivery driver, and he made it sound absolutely cool. She wanted to be a cannabis delivery driver when she turned eighteen. I don’t know where she came up with the magic number of eighteen, because I thought you had to be twenty-one to work in any capacity with medical or recreational marijuana. I wasn’t going to tell her, because she accused me of not wanting her to work as a marijuana delivery driver. I didn’t, however what she doesn’t know, won’t hurt me; The last time I tried to sway her in one of her hair-brained ideas, she punched me so hard, she disfigured a rib, and I’m almost five years older and seventy-five pounds heavier than she is.