Only once...
Between the ages of 13 and 16 I used to have a paper round, a paper round which I took very seriously as it was my first job when I was 13 and involved collecting money, and a bit of "book-keeping", this was in a quiet Cambridge village. So I was quite accomplished by the age of 16, however the newspaper in question decided that it wasn't the proper thing to have a "child" collecting money from customers, as it was "dangerous".

Well that pissed me off as obviously I'd been doing it for 4 years and got quite the christmas tip (around £70), anyway I was still supposed to deliver the papers and they put this grumpy old bitch from the village in charge of money collection.

Occasionaly my brother would cover for me, over time he had also got quite nifty & I trusted him entirely to do them. So after this woman took over she was now "in charge", not thinking about it I told my brother to cover one day, sure enough he completed the round no problems. The next day this woman's son, on the school bus, tells me while laughing that "I'm sacked", I actually couldn't think of any reason why this might be true so thought nothing of it.

Turned up to do my round and sure enough I'd been sacked, she looked quite shocked to see me, but the conversation went:

her "Your sacked"
me "why"
her "You didn't turn up"
me "my brother did"
her "Don't care"

she didn't have the guts to tell me to my face. I told my parents who decided to write a letter to said paper, who couldn't give a shit, I sent letters round the people I'd delivered to for all those years, who couldn't give a shit. Thats the Cambridge way!!!.

Anyway 8 years later her son permanently thinks he's an orange because he took too much acid once. HAH.
(Miss_Blue, Fri 24 Feb 2006, 16:12, Reply)