The doorman refused to let me in the building for a cannabis delivery

My mom and dad actually ended up getting a divorce when I was young and I lived with my mom for such a long while.

I actually didn’t get to see my dad much at all… When I became an adult, I made the move to transport to the city area to live with my dad for a time. As soon as I got to the city, he told me to find work. I started working at a diner, however I applied at multiple interesting locales! One of those locales happened to be a weed store. I had to find a task suddenly and I didn’t have time to wait for the perfect work. When the weed store called me for an interview, I right away jumped on the opportunity. I interviewed with the employer and she seemed to prefer me! Unluckily, she wasn’t the only person who was handling hiring. I had to meet with the district employer as well. That meeting went pretty well too, and the employer provided me a task undoubtedly working as a delivery person. I didn’t have a car at all, however the marijuana delivery service permitted me to use my motor scooter since all of the orders were in the confines of the city. A couple of weeks after I started the work, I had an unquestionably interesting and weird encounter with a hotel doorman. One of the residents staying at the hotel ordered items from the marijuana delivery service. The doorman wasn’t going to let me into the building at all, however even when I provided the guy the name of the person and the room number, he still insisted that I was attempting to get into the building.


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