People think we must deliver.
When the marijuana dispensary was installed on the corner near my house, I applied for a job. I wanted to get a job working behind the counter, but I didn’t have any training. I ended up taking the job as a delivery driver. There was a lot more training for the job than I expected. It was almost as bad as the job working behind the counter. I had to attend a three day training course to learn about the rules and regulation of marijuana. I spent a full day in a classroom, learning about the state and federal guidelines. I had to know what states allow legal marijuana only, what states don’t allow any kind of legal marijuana, and the states that allow legal recreational marijuana. I also found out during those training sessions that I didn’t have to serve everyone. If someone appeared to be intoxicated, I wasn’t to deliver the marijuana products. I could deny delivery of the marijuana products if someone becomes belligerent with me. I didn’t have a single reason to not give marijuana products to a customer until just last week. I knew the person I was to deliver to, but I still had to look at their ID. When I got there, there was a young girl that appeared to be a bit high. She handed me the ID and I asked where the owner of the ID card was. She swore at me and told me it was her ID. She was still cursing and screaming at me as I walked away with giving her the marijuana. I then called into the marijuana dispensary, who called the police to do a wellness check.