Monday night rush
An easy monday night. If you can’t make any money, at least get out quickly.
First up was a small house in the central part of our area. Blue collar, probably developed in the early ’60s. Older guy answered the door and it becomes apparent that he’s probably lived in the house since its construction.
Next was the southeast corner. Nice 15-year-old neighborhood obviously developed all at once, with the same brick and siding on every house. The front door was nearlyl inaccessible, blocked first by a rain spout right across the walk, and then by two gigantic potted shrubs almost completely blocking the front step. The ladies were nice, and wrote a tip into the check, so it’s hard to complain.
After that, it was the dreaded downtime. No calls for almost 45 minutes meant trying to make myself useful in the store. I finally got back on the road, this time to a dump of a house across the street from the Hospital. It looked like the two guys there were rebuilding the house, and good luck to them. Dinky little post-war bungalow, stripped paint, rotted floors, dirty yellow paint. The guy dug into his paint-covered jeans and handed me a ten and a five, soaked with sweat or heaven knows what.
A few more minutes back at the store, and I got to count out and leave. Still had time to catch the last hour of football practice, though I had to bite back criticism about Yakko’s stance. Defensive tackles can’t set themselves with their knees on the ground and expect to do their job. Bite, bite, bite… he’s enjoying himself… bite…
August 14th, 2006 - Posted in Pizza | |
