Thursday, May 14, 2009

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I am writing to confess that I have not always fully appreciated you.

For every time I called the newspaper office to complain, every time I muttered under my breath, "You couldn't have a little better aim than that?" and for every look of disgust as I shook a bit of snow or a couple of raindrops off my paper, I am sorry.

For all these transgressions and more, dear Paperboy, I am deeply contrite. After helping my daughters substitute on their friends' paper routes this week, I am duly chastened. I am a new woman. I will never again care where the paper lands.

With the utmost respect, and a bigger tip next time,



Diane said...

You are so funny, Karen. And a brave woman to take on that chore.

Love the headlines. New leg muscles are a good thing. :) No pain, no gain.

nutmeg said...

Having a paper route was my very first job. (that, and picking strawberries for the local farm)

If we had a paper boy, I'd totally be giving him/her MAJOR Christmas bonuses.


Bethany said...

Way funny! I can imagine that would be a hard job!!!