A bar/restaurant employee who lives and works in Manhattan told The Post he has a unique plan for making ends meet during the pandemic.

After my place of employment turned to takeout and delivery, everybody’s hours got cut. My first thought was, “Where is the money?” That was when the weed-selling teenage version of myself returned.

I obtained what I’ll say is a good amount of marijuana. Normally I would have met potential customers at bars and asked them to spread the word. Instead, I’m sending discreet texts to people I know, and I plan on doing ­deliveries with multiple helpers.

As for myself, I’m not afraid of going into people’s houses. I’m healthy and not worried about contracting the coronavirus. The scariest thing for me is walking down the street and seeing people jump to the side when you come up behind them, since everyone is so afraid of contagion.

If all goes well and everything gets sold, I can make two to three times the money I put in. Hopefully by then, things will rev back up and I’ll return to my full-time job. If sales do not proceed as anticipated, I’ll revert to Plan B: Whatever is left over when the corona ban lifts, I’ll just smoke it myself.

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