...the old man

Recently, while running my paper route, I have come across an old man that I just so happen to throw a daily paper to. He has voiced his feelings to me multiple times on how he likes his paper delivered and so I do my best to deliver it that way. However, about a week ago, the paper delivery must not have been to his liking so he proceeded to take matters into his own hands. Even though he has the option to complain to the newspaper company, he chooses not to.

This specific paper delivery that was supposedly unacceptable in this mans eyes was thrown by my partner in crime Adam. I don't know if the paper made a loud smack on his porch or it was thrown on the step rather than right next to his door, but the old man decided to hide in his bushes one night and just wait for the culprit to appear.

As Adam an I pull up to the house on this soon to be speacial night, Adam gets out and heads toward the door to do our normal routine. As he is on his way back I see a man coming out of the bushes and head straight towards Adam. A little shocked, I signal to Adam to get his attention as he turns to see the man coming toward him. My first thought was of course the worst possible scenario like thief, drunk or murderer. Thankfully from our recent encounters with the resident of the house we soon recognize the old man and we both feel a little less on edge.

The man was just wanting to discuss with Adam the same things he had previously discussed before. He wanted to let us know that reading the newspaper was a daily routine for him and his wife, that he would like the paper directly in front of his door and not on any step and how he also got his morning news the way he wanted. As the conversation goes on and Adam tries to mention that we have been leaving it at his door and have been as quite as possible it doesn't seem to make a difference.

After a 15 minute conversation that makes us even later than we already were, we finally are able to make it to the next house after doing our best to please the old man. As Adam and I drive away we begin to laugh hysterically just thinking about how ridiculous this whole situation is and hopeing not to have another conversation with this man at 4 in the morning.

...yet again

Yet again, this morning I seem to be incapable of waking up on time for work. You would think that after 9 months of waking up at the crack of dawn every day I would have some type of routine by now and have no trouble getting up and being on time. I think my routine has sadly turned into being late.

In this uncommon daily routine my first act of business to get a 4:30am wake up call from a guy named Burt who gently asks 'are you on your way?' I respond with a shaken, still asleep voice 'I'm so sorry we are on our way!' I first push Adam to wake him up yelling that we are late again and scramble about the house to get ready and get him out the door. As I pull up to the warehouse we are too late to roll the papers inside therefore we load the bundles of newspapers into the car and head off to the first house.

In the evet that we have to roll the papers in the car, one person, my turn being today, sits in the back seat covered head to toe in your daily news. While struggling to keep the paper tower beside you from falling over you have to roll quickly and cousiously. All of this is happenin while you are being wipped side to side by the driver making turn after turn into driveways.

When it all comes to an end around 7am we head back home determined to never wake up late again.

...next morning, Burt calls.