cyclingday
I'm the Wiz, and nobody beats me!
Oh, man!Collecting. What a nightmare. After school, then the route, then knocking on doors until it got dark. One of the houses was real creepy. It was peeling paint and the yard was overgrown. You couldn't see the street from the front door. An old lady lived there and she didn't want to answer the door. The guy I got the route from showed me how to get her to come out and pay. He would start banging on the door non-stop while he screamed at her to come out. "I know you're in there," at the top of his lungs. On my first collection from her I told her I wasn't going to do that anymore. She told me she was deaf. From then on, I left an envelope and picked up the money the next day. Whew!
That is hilarious!
I could go on and on telling stories about the paper route when I was a kid.
I can tell by your experience, that we've probably got a lot of similar experiences.
Totally classic!
Kids these days don't know what they're missing. Lol!
Mowing lawns and delivering the newspaper.
Talk about developing a strong work ethic.
Omg!