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Originally Posted by Frankie the Fink
Morning paper route at age 13, got up and folded papers at 3:30 am and 1-1/2 hours delivering on my bicycle before school and then "collecting" on Sundays. People ducking me pretending they weren't home or telling me they "don't have change right now" while I was trying to collect my lousy 50 cents (25 cents if you didn' get the Sunday paper).
My first foray into finding out the retail public can be @holes...
Mowed lawns, raked grass on Saturdays when the 'ole man didn't have me doing chores around the house. We kids swapped washing/drying dishes after dinner (nobody had dishwashers back then)...
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We only had one gut who tried to stiff us on our moving gig. As I recall he was a prof. at Harvard U. The job was a PITA because we had to negotiate a tiny elevator, and it was very slow. The job took a lot longer than we had guestimated, so he tried to "negotiate". Craig told him no, an argument ensued, so I just started moving furniture back into the elevator. I told him that the stuff was going to the dump unless he paid us in full, which he did.