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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Paper boyI always imagined being a paper boy was like being on the amstrad 464 game of the same name, tear along on ones bike avoiding radio controlled cars, dogs, bee's? Pikey cunts!
But when I got a paper round it was teadious, and I'm not very good at getting up in the morning. Any how I went to work at the local corner shop for some miserible cunt know as Shifty for it was his name, but locally know as Shifty the shit!
Any how I would have to deliver 2 types of paper, 1 free and one not. So I had to make 2 trips.
Several weeks into the job my Dad came down from the shed 1 day asking why the shed was pilled high with papers. See I decided I couldnt be fucked to deliver the free one! Dad didnt care he had something to light the bonfire with.
Some weeks later.
Some old dear had complained that she wasn't getting her free shitty paper, and Shifty the shit had a right go at me, when I told him to stick his paper up his arse he went to punch me, at which piont I kicked him square in the bollocks, not bad for a 15 year old!
The point is I was getting paid fuck all so Why should I deliver some shit paper that was free any way, (go to the shop and get the smegger!)
Still cant get up in the morning and I run my own business.
(, Mon 20 Feb 2006, 13:19, Reply)
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