Brownie28 wrote:
Brian in MA wrote:
Yup, I did the same from age 10-13 lugging both the morning and evening Boston Globe as well as the Sunday edition. The daily route during the week was easy enough to do on foot or bike with the huge ink-stained canvas bag slung over my shoulder. Sunday route was much bigger and required my mom or an unlucky (and likely hungover) older sibling to drive the family station wagon with the back section full of papers.Right there with you. Delivered the Globe for six or seven years, I used to love doing the route, I'd time myself and try to beat my best time every day - I wasn't competitive at all :) Flinging rubber bands at my sisters, getting down early on Christmas morning to sneak a peak at presents before delivery (no idea why the paper ran that day, but it did, at least a few years I can imagine)
It also started me down all my injury issues, strangely enough. My dad would drive myself and two sisters who also had routes around the neighborhood in our mini van for the big Sunday papers. One fateful day when I was 13 I was in the back grabbing some papers, started backing out of the door and my dad thought I had already gotten out. I fell, left leg wound up getting run over. Stuck in a cast for 3 months and no rehab afterward, and ever since then my left ankle has almost no flexion, hip is rigid because of it and my right side takes the brunt, two hip surgeries already.
Yay paper route!
Good Lord, dude. My sympathies!
The worst thing that ever happened to me doing my paper route was I got chased on occasion by one of my customer's dogs. But a quick jump up on the roof of a parked car and a short wait while the dog trotted off and I was good to go.
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