The Careful Guide to Quitting
I was a delivery boy until they fired me. The idea of delivering newspapers, riding my bike in the morning air, a basket full of headlines and obituaries, appealed to a kid like me. Also, it was the 80’s, and having a paper route seemed as wholesome and American as one could hope for. Until that is, I realized my job involved dumping coupons & advertisements— junk nobody asked for. My route lasted two weeks.