I think we have the worst paperboy on the planet. Ok, that might be a tad strong. I’m sure there are worse ones. But ours still makes me crazy.
The positives. We almost always actually get our paper. That’s it.
The problem arises upon said deliveries. See, the guy can’t seem to get the paper more than 10 feet away from the street. We have a 15 foot strip of gravel (owned by the city) before our driveway actually starts. The days that the paper actually makes it ON to the driveway are rare and amazing. I know that this is a full grown adult, no some 13 year old trying to make a buck. For some reason, in my head I see this guy trying to throw the paper with little tiny Tyrannosaurus Rex arms and that simply is as far as he can heave it.
Of course, that is not the case. More likely he is just a lazy SOB.
This winter has been exceptionally bad with all the snow. When you have to get fully dressed, including your shoes, in order to go out and get the paper, that is just wrong. Even better, when there is 3 inches of snow on top of the paper so you gotta find it first then dig for it. At least he can put the damn things in bags, but still. I mean, we have a covered porch, a perfect landing spot for a paper to wait diligently for us to pick up. I would love to just lean our the door and scoop the paper. But obviously this is much to much to ask for.
So, all of you who could pick up your paper in the nude if you so choose, I envy you (I just don’t want to see it).