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Oh yeah, when I was 17, my first job was delivering for a deli near my house. Turns out my boss delivered pot too, so I ended up always driving around high out of my mind, always with a bag of weed somewhere in the car, usually tucked away in the trunk where the spare tire was hidden because I was super paranoid. Only problem with delivering it is that everyone wants you to sit there and smoke it with them and the restaurant was a busy place, so I refused a lot of people's offers. The tips were awesome though. This was back when gas was around 80 cents a gallon and times were sweet.