Child LabourThere is a special part of Hell I'd like to reserve for those arses that order every single Sunday paper. Do you know how heavy that makes the bundle of papers some poor kid (ie me) has to lug around? Funny how your papers always seemed to get mangled in your letterbox...
I loved my paper round, but, looking back, I was getting paid peanuts to ruin my back and cycle around in the cold and dark. How were you exploited as a child?
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chthonic, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 12:05)
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My cunty mother......signed me up for a morning round when i was about 12.
First day, about 30 papers on top of the ice cream freezer. In the bag. Easy.
Despite the cold etc it was a piece of piss and i started to forgive my mother for making me do this horrific work.
Until Saturday and Sunday.
I entered the shop and looked to the freezer. No papers.
Instead of my pile on the freezer there were 2 piles on the floor, both of which reached my shoulders due to all the fucking supplements.
I didn't last long.
(, Mon 20 Feb 2006, 10:45, Reply)
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