Paper Route

When I was in the eighth grade,I delivered papers for the Charleston Evening Post.  I would get up every morning around 5 am and ride my bike to the post office. There I would go inside and sit on the floor and proceed to roll roughly 100 papers. A rubber band was then placed around each paper, On rainy days you would also have to place the papers in a plastic bag. I enjoyed my paperboy role for about two months. I was bitten by dogs more than once. I was much better casting my flyrod than I was casting a paper. More than once did my customers newspapers wind up on their roof. Soon I began to beg my Mama to drive me in the car to my customers. That did not last long however. Then one Saturday morning the doctors fishing pond seemed to give me a beckon call. It was then I decided to do the unthinkable. There was a large concrete pipe that ran under the road near the beginning  of  my paper route. That is where all 100 papers were delivered that morning before I proceeded to go fishing. I did not catch anything that day until I got home; The meanest customer on my paper route was waiting in my yard for me. He was an addicted sports guru. Also waiting was my Mamma and the paper circulation manager. If that was not bad enough our home phone was ringing off the hook. We also had a milk home delivery man in our small town. Turns out someone who lived across from the paper dump site saw me and told the milk man what I had done. Then the milk man saw the sports guru who was up waiting for his paper. Then the sports guru called the paper who in turn called my Mama. I was fired on the spot and deserved to be. Our little town never needed a radio station as the news traveled fast enough.