Never a Dull Moment as a Carrier
My newspaper delivery job involves two separate routes. I really got lucky this go 'round and have very nice neighbourhoods to deliver to. There's something so incredibly odd about the second route I find myself scratching my head each Thursday trying to figure out this phenomenon. The only thing I can come up with is a nightmarish "keeping up with the Jones" scenario.
The neighbourhood in question is nice with houses ranging between $250 - 500K. Not a dump by any stretch. Thursday is obviously trash day for this subdivision and this is where things get weird. Big boxes, little boxes, long boxes, short boxes, fans, furniture, you name it, and it's setting on the curb. Boxes for: new microwaves, TV's, video game systems, kitchen appliances (from toasters to dryers), exercise equipment, and on and on. It's as if then entire neighbourhood is possessed with an uncontrolled demonic consumerism. This is not a rare week, where say there was a neighbourhood garage sale and people are dumping the leftovers - this is every single week. I'll have to take a couple of pictures, because without seeing street after street lined with every conceivable type of box at the curb, it's difficult to imagine, or describe. In all my almost ten years of newspaper delivery, I've never seen anything even close to this.
Maybe, just maybe in about four hours or so my darling husband will be gainfully employed. Two back-to-back interviews today. It would be so nice to have a real income again. The paste on the wallpaper is beginning to look appetizing. (kidding)
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