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 first paper roundAh my salad days. As a favour to a friend I took over his nightime paper route, chalk that up to my heart being bigger than my brain. The first night however it pissed down so bad, I felt the weight of the bag on my shoulder for... ooooh about 5 seconds and realised the terrain I'd have to travel would kill me via the medium of Welsh hills and mud. "Fuck this for a lark" I said to myself and dropped off the papers on my friends doorstep, moaning that "my back is acting up mate, it's all too much". Bless. Never did forgive me neither, the git.
(, Tue 21 Feb 2006, 18:49, Reply)
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