I started @11 delivering newspapers on my bicycle.
Shoot, you all were lazy. I was 8 or 9 walking the road collecting pop bottles to get the return money at the store. We didn’t have a local newspaper at that time. I can’t remember owning my own bicycle.
I do remember driving my 1954 ford to jr high until I got kicked out of the teachers parking lot. I didn’t have a drivers license.
Paper route at 11 paid for my Winchester M70 in .243 at age 13. Still have it 49 years later. Only thing original is the receiver & bolt. Lots of upgrades over the years! Why is it impossible for our bodies to be upgraded & improved to work better after the same number of years?
A lot of kids started delivering papers which was more work than many realize. That opportunity no longer exists and would probably be unsafe if it did.
That’s not a job. It’s a rite of passage for anyone now over 50. I bought a lot of candy and comics that way-and found a lot of booze bottles and other nastiness in the process.
My friend had a rural route to deliver papers via car. Sun AM was especially unsafe as we often did it after the bars closed
Talking about work ethic makes m think of “boss ethic” (if such a thing exists)
Me: There you go sir, your computer is now on the internet.
Client: Great now hook up all 10 other computers!
Me: I can do that but it will cost extra.
Client: No! You will hook up all of my computers or I will call your boss and get you fired!!
Me: If I don’t work for free for you, you are gonna call my boss??
Client: Yes - better get started!!!
Me: Here is his number - can you put it on speaker - I need a good laugh
p.s. Elon, are you reading this?
I took over the route after 2+ years of no delivery boy (yes, BOYs, in those days). The newspaper company said I can keep all the back collections if the customers chose to pay them - most DID (honest people, back then). I made a ton of $$ (actually, about $200), enough to buy the rifle with a 4x Redfield Widefield scope and they threw in a box of ammo for free. My, how things have changed.
The rifle is now in its sixth scope, a NiteForce 6.5-20 x 56 SHV. All previous scopes live other lives.
I remember belt on the Britches!
Do you remember that bar of tasty green soap under the kitchen sink when you said a bad word? I do!..got to where I liked it
Soooo, that is where the fad of eating laundry & dishwasher pods originated. We were treated with bar soap.
“The belt” hung on a nail on the basement pillar post at the bottom of the stairs.