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