The SC who followed me home (oooollld)

[customersruinmylife]

I was talking to my Mum about some of the customers I encounter, and she brought up the subject of something that happened to me about nine years ago when I was 14. At the time, I didn't really think of this as an SC, as I was sweet and innocent at the time and hadn't truely seen the dark side of the general public, but now I look back on it, geez!

I was 14, and what do a lot of 14 year olds have as a job? That's right, I was a paperboy. Delivering newspapers six days a week for an UNBELIEVEABLY low rate of pay.

A house I delievered to had a dog. It wasn't a very friendly dog. Every time I went up to their letterbox, it would be at their living room window barking and snarling at me. The owners showed a little bit of sense by shutting it in the living room so it couldn't get to the door and rip their precious paper to shreds, but every day, like clockwork, it would be there, barking, snarling and clawing at the window.

One day after completing my round, I returned home. About a second after I sit down, the doorbell goes. I answer it.

SC: You're the paperboy right?
Me: Uhh...yeah...
SC: Would you STOP scaring my dog every time you deliever my paper! Do you have any idea how annoying it is when you are trying to take a nap and the dog starts barking? Three days in a row it has happened, and it's because of you!
Me: I uhh...I uhhh don't know what to say...
SC: Stop scaring my dog!

The SC got into her car and drove off. My mum appeared asking who is was. I told her.

Now this was one of my first SC's, so I had no idea what to say. I was just kinda shaken. My mum was ANGRY. I refused to tell her which house it was, as I didn't want any trouble.

Looking back, I can't believe how innocent I was. At the end of the day, this SC had followed me home and yelled at me on my own property. If this had happened to me now the SC would have received a very harsh ass kicking!

[Nurian]

You know you got lucky that time. It could have been a whole lot worse. But you only had a stupid old bat who didn't know how to keep her dog in check.

[Nashida]

"I'll stop scaring your dog, ma'am, if you stop giving me a reason to."

[Shironu-Akaineko]

Okay ma'am, I'll stop scaring your dog.

*stops delivering paper*

[JoitheArtist]

Oh my, paper routes...that was the first job my sister and I ever had.

However, my sister and I are different--I tend to be an introvert, fairly unflappable, and self-controlled. She's much more outgoing, and more expressive in public. When a dog came towards us, I'd do my usual thing and freeze calmly. She would get panicked and run.

Guess who got bit each and every time? Yep, the one who runs and acts like prey. My dad ended up giving her the nickname "Alpo Annie."

[Jester]

Oh, the days of paper delivery. I was the WORST paperboy ever. You don't believe me? Well, there were three papers in the town I was a paperboy in. I got fired from ALL THREE. And for good reason. After all, we all know I am not a morning person. Bad trait to have as a paperboy, wouldn't you say? By contrast, I have been fired once from all my other jobs combined!

[Lace Neil Singer]

I had a paperround as a kid. Once these people who had a horrible, yappy minature Yorkie set the damn thing on me. It used to hurl itself against the door every time I delivered their paper; they had an outside box so that their mutt wouldn't eat it. Once, they knew darn well I was out there and opened the door. It ran at me and sank its teeth into my jean leg, so I kicked it off. It flew up in the air and hit the pavement, then ran back inside with a howl. The owners came out and had a go at me, so I told them that since their dog had attacked me, and I had proof, ie the toothmarks in my jeans, I could easily report them for setting it on me. They then shut up, and went back in. Never saw that dog again, or heard it for that matter. xD

[CrazedClerkthe2nd]

My first job was delivering pennysavers around the neighborhood. I got paid a nickel per paper and delivered 110 of them every Saturday. If you do the math on that, it works out to just over $20 A MONTH.

I don't know if the wages are still that abysmal but man what a crappy wage.

[Tito]

Okay ma'am, I'll stop scaring your dog.

*stops delivering paper*

My thoughts exactly! And for the bitch to follow you to your house! She definitely has some entitlement issues!

Lucky for the SCs that I used to have to deal with, none of them ever followed me home. They would not have been too happy if they had.

[JLRodgers]

Your story reminded me of something! The first SC I had that I never thought of it as one too!

I had a paperroute when younger -- but it involved a car, 2-3 hours a day, and about 20 miles.

I was in my car, on a day that had tons of snow (like up to 2 feet) and snowplows hadn't been out yet. The only tracks on the road were from me in a small car. I got stuck... this jerk called my boss and screamed "where the hell's my paper!!!!!! I need it before work, etc, etc" (keep in mind, his place was blocked in by the snow - all places in town were closing, so you get the idea. The guy called my boss -- while watching me trying to push my car by myself using a window scraper to push the accelerator to try and unstick myself, from not even 2 houses away!

When I got the paper to him (thankfully the snowplow people came to help as they finally made it to the street I was on) -- his response was something like "about time - get it here quicker next time". And that was AFTER he made me climb through the snow to get to his house (because he was too good to come back down, he walked back up to make me walk up to him.

I (actually, not sure here... it was slick... but I was pissed... flip of the coin to whether it was an accident or not) left tracks in his yard from my car leaving the road onto his -- leaving dirt and grass sprayed across the snow.

He called my boss to complain. Boss told him where he could put the paper. He apparently had a few words about that. Boss told him where he could find his paper the next day ("drive to chicago and pick it up yourself" [Chicago was 4.5 hours away]).

[edible_hat]

When I was a paperboy, there was this one house that always left their gate open and their dog would chase people down the street. One day I left an anonymous letter in their mailbox: "Lock up your dog or I'll send it home in the mail." Ever since then, they kept their gate closed.

[hinakiba777]

Okay. Now that's just scary.

I remember my first SC. My very first job was scooping icecream at this little restaurant. I was 13 at the time, since my birthday is at the end of the summer. I was being paid under the table because you have to be over sixteen to work in a restaurant. I got paid 3$ an hour.

Anyway, this woman comes in and orders two scoops of ice cream. She looks at the first scoop and says it's two small. Shrugging I make a slightly bigger scoop for the second scoop. I go to hand her the ice cream and she just starts screaming at me. I can't remember exactly what was said, as this was seven years ago, but I know it wasn't pleasant.

I also remember my boss always made me put unsold ice cream back in the container. This included when I once dropped a scoop on the counter. *shudders* I never ate at the place. I only worked their once a week for like 6 weeks. ANd I coudln't put it on my resume because i was working illegally. The dude was a friend of my friend's dad.

[protege]

Oh, the stories I could tell about the paper route

Like the neighbor who complained that his paper was late. Keep in mind that I did the *evening* paper. Well, why was it late? Seems we had a large snow storm with well over 3 feet on the ground So much snow, *nobody* was going anywhere. Things weren't helped when one of the delivery trucks...flipped over on a bridge, and burst into flames Still, that didn't stop that asshole from complaining. Pissed me off, since that was the *only* complaint I ever had. At least my route manager told him what he could *do* with his paper

Another guy didn't even have a screen door (let alone a porch) on his place. Rather than get the paper wet, I'd wrap it up in a plastic bag, and hang it on the doorknob. Never, ever got a tip from that cheap bastard.

[Lace Neil Singer]

Another guy didn't even have a screen door (let alone a porch) on his place. Rather than get the paper wet, I'd wrap it up in a plastic bag, and hang it on the doorknob. Never, ever got a tip from that cheap bastard.

I had a customer like that on my paperround; this guy got the Times. Now, the Sunday Times is huge and heavy, kind of like a breezeblock. -.- His letterbox was minute, so rather than waste about ten minutes dissecting the bloody paper and feeding it thru bit by bit, I used to wrap it in a platic bag and dump it on their doorstep. This guy NEVER ever ever tipped me at Christmas. He also had a giant holly tree in his front garden... well, you can guess what I took in lieu of a tip.

[customersruinmylife]

I quit the round when I was 16, but my mum took over it. She liked doing it because she liked going on walks and it gave her a little pocket money.

She also delivered to a neighbours house. One time, she accidentally left his gate open (she was sure she closed it behind her) and the neighbour yelled "STUPID BITCH" at her, thinking she wouldn't hear him over her i-pod.

She heard. And lets just say his gate was ALWAYS left open after that. Even if she was just randomly walking past his house. I think she still does it to this day...