I didn’t think there could be anything more exciting than getting my first marijuana delivery to my house. I had already placed the order earlier in the day, and I marked the time I would like to have it delivered. My friends were to arrive for the big game and I wanted to have that and the pizza delivered before they arrived. The pizza delivery guy arrived about fifteen minutes before the guys showed up, but I had heard nothing from the marijuana delivery driver. I sat in the living room watching the game with the guys when one of them asked what happened to the weed delivery? I told him it was supposed to have been there an hour ago. I was now wondering if I should call the marijuana dispensary and ask what had happened to my marijuana delivery? After another ten minutes, I went over to grab my phone and make the call to the cannabis dispensary. I was just punching in the numbers where my doorbell rang. There was the marijuana delivery driver. He apologized for being late. He told me I was his last delivery of the day, and he was stuck in traffic. He noticed we had the big game on the television and asked who was winning. Instead of paying him and letting him go on his way, we invited the marijuana delivery driver to join us. He said he had to go back to the dispensary, but asked if he could come back after that? Not only did he come back, but he brought more marijuana products with him.