Small victory for the little guy

[FUEGO]

There's nothing quite like folding a fat paper on a cold morning and having the rubber band break as you try to get it on. I still remember how that felt on my ice-cold fingers.
As the real SamClem said:

Clearly it wasn't that cold, otherwise your fingers would have been numb enough so that you couldn't feel anything when the rubber snapped and smacked your fingers!

 

[Winemaker]

When the 2 neighbor's sons delivered the paper daily to our door ( we paid extra for that service), we never realized how good life was. Enter the new carriers over the years who threw the paper in the driveway at 5:00 in the morning despite numerous calls to throw it in the lawn. When the paper hits the pavement it always landed so that the small hole torn on impact would allow the cheap plastic bag to fill up with rain water, soaking the paper. When calling to stop service for vacations or travel, it had to be done 3 days ahead of time, "so that the computer can process your stoppage".
I ended my misery November 2016 at election time when the paper made their endorsements for the various candidates. When the county overwhelmingly voted the opposite way, you knew they were out of touch with their subscribers. I canceled prior to the election on Monday, after 25+ years.

 

[Sunset]

I refuse to get the paper, even free ones, as I don't want any issues suspending it for when we go away.
Nothing like a pile of papers to say Rob me..

 

[ChicagoGal]

I refuse to get the paper, even free ones, as I don't want any issues suspending it for when we go away.
Nothing like a pile of papers to say Rob me..

That's why I finally ended my paper subscription a few years ago. Put my paper on vacation hold when I went to Australia for 2 weeks. Came back to 15 newspapers piled up at the end of my driveway. It had happened a few times before, and that was the proverbial straw. It's just not the same reading the e-paper

+1. Collecting was the worst.
-- "Can you come back next week?" (Lady, if this $3.25 is going to break the bank, maybe you shouldn't be getting the paper)
-- "Can you break a fifty?" (Sure, I'm peddling this bike every day through these hilly neighborhoods in all kinds of weather because I'm wealthy. Fifty dollars is about what I make in 2 months. You make about $5000 in two months. Have you got that in your pocket? Could you break a 5 thousand dollar note?)

Flashback 1969. Our paperboy (his name was Valentine -- he was super cute!) came to collect. Mom was 10 cents short, and we were about to leave for the summer. She told me (age 7) "remind me when we get home that I owe Val a dime."

We spent 7 weeks traveling Europe (visiting family) that summer. Literally the minute we walked back in our front door, I said, "Mom, remember you owe Val a dime." She looked at me like I was an alien.