The Decline of the Daily Paper
The delivery guy used to fling it up to the doormat at the top of the stoop.
Sometimes, he'd be weak and it would land in the hedge. And be lost.
Or he'd be strong and hit the door, BOINK.
Or errant and hit the handrail, BOING.
Now he just drops it on the sidewalk.
Sometimes, he'd be weak and it would land in the hedge. And be lost.
Or he'd be strong and hit the door, BOINK.
Or errant and hit the handrail, BOING.
Now he just drops it on the sidewalk.
posted by Howard Junker at 1:36 AM
1 Comments:
My paper boy almost cried when i told him we were no longer going to needing his services (BTW i very nearly used a rejection letter i received from The Kings Enlgish.....but i didn't want him to commit suicide) but as he walked away he shot this backward glance/devil-smile. The next day my house got egged.....seriously.
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