Tonight was my first night working in over a week. I worked for 5 hours, drove 32 miles, took 7 deliveries and made $13 in tips.
My wife called me at work to stop at the new Wal-Mart on my way home for milk, cheese slices, fruit juice, and apples. After buying $7 of gas with my reimbursement ($1.05 per delivery), and getting the groceries, I came home with less than a buck.
The only interesting delivery tonight was the very last one. The girl who came to the door told me, "You knock like the po-lice."
"Yeah and I have a big spotlight in my car too," I replied.
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
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kevin, you are big and scary, but certainly no the po-lice, as it was so eliquently put...
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