As a teenager I had a few Saturday jobs, but my most favourite was in a pet shop. Happy days except when selling goldfish as the customer would always want the fish that swam like a torpedo and was impossible to catch in the tank.
I never was a paperboy back then..quite dissapointed that those roles never became free as I was happy to be up early in the morning and would have been happier still getting tips at the rate my friends in such roles achieved!
Somewhat surprisingly some 40 years later the career opportunity missing back then has arrived! As they say everything comes to he who waits. It’s a bit of a strange paper round I must admit…only one customer, very flexible on time, very nearby and always very generous with tips 😁
As you have probably surmised, I discovered that my elderly neighbour like ourselves enjoys the somewhat bulky weekend version of our regional newspaper and finds these sell out quickly and would often miss out.
So I now buy two every Saturday, and combine it with a visit next door which is a mutually enjoyable start to the weekend.
Sometimes it’s those small interactions in life that are the best …and never too late for a career change!
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What a lovely story. Sharing interests is fun and a win-win situation. As in you get to keep an eye out on the elderly without being intrusive. I bet you receive vast amounts of “tips” 🙂