Afternoon Paper Round.
This filled me with dread.
Just taking a Mercury to the Bookies.
It was always busy. Smoky. You could taste the tension in the air.
I hated it.
I’d queue. When really, I could've just gone to the front to slide it under the counter. I was too much of a mouse.
I did a deal when I could. With the bosses son. He’d take it and I got to watch the shop alone. That excited me and he liked putting a bet on. He smiled, nodded and put his finger to the side of his nose when he had.
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
- Tags: newsagent, tobacconist
5 comments add one below
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Tim Jones over 7 years ago
What a fascinating employment history you have!
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Neville Hunt over 7 years ago
I really like para 2; I can see it in my mind's eye. Maybe just polite rather than a mouse?
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Lisa Williams over 7 years ago
Tim - shopwork's proved one of best ways to observe people. Fascinated by them X
Nev- Thanks- was v much mouse. Soon found voice X
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Lisa Williams over 7 years ago
oh good lord no- wouldn't want change anything in life- all makes you who you are X
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Neville Hunt over 7 years ago
Hear, hear, Lisa!
