I didn’t actually tell my parents that I was working part-time as a cannabis delivery driver.
I certainly knew my parents would supply me with nothing but grief, because they have the impression that cannabis is a bad drug.
I told my mom plus dad that I was actually working at a pizza shop plus they didn’t ask any other questions about my work. I make so much more money now working as a cannabis delivery driver. The tips are far better than any other pizzeria or flower service around. Since I have my own residence, I rarely interact with my parents. I see them when I go to visit them at their residence. I didn’t know they planned to be in the area last weekend, so I really didn’t think that I would run into them. They were basically staying at a hotel a couple of blocks away from the marijuana dispensary where I am a delivery driver. Another guest staying at the hotel ordered from the marijuana delivery service. I was assigned to deliver the items to the hotel. I was in the lobby waiting for the guests, when my mom plus dad were getting off the elevator. I saw them first, despite the fact that I didn’t have enough time to hide before they saw me also. I was wearing a brightly colored red shirt with the name of the cannabis dispensary I worked for on the front plus the back… My mom plus dad were so wasted from drinking that they didn’t even notice. My mom hugged me hard and my dad said hey champ. They still didn’t seem to notice the work shirt though. That is an uncomfortable conversation I’m glad to avoid.