A long-time contributing Author for OOTS Regi sent me this recently. It shall serve as a little fun treat for our readers and a triumphant jubilation as the blog has just today passed 500,000 hits(page-views). Thanks to All!
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My cousin Ben and I lived with our grandparents during a time when both of us were dealing with disruption in our families. Ben was two or three years older than me, but we got along real well.
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My cousin Ben and I lived with our grandparents during a time when both of us were dealing with disruption in our families. Ben was two or three years older than me, but we got along real well.
Ben got a job as a newspaper carrier as soon as he was old enough to drive. He had to get up around 3 or 4 AM and first go to a warehouse to roll and load the papers. Then he drove his route and threw the papers while he drove. He would get home in time to eat breakfast and go to school.
Early one morning Ben woke me out of a sound sleep and told me he was running way late and needed my help. He was in a panic. If he got complaints from his customers he would have to pay a "gripe fee" out of the money he collected. He wouldn't let me take time to dress or put on shoes, just shoved me down the hall and out the front door in nothing but my Hanes briefs!
Ben drove a scurvy old compact pickup with a bad muffler, sort of a cab-and-a-half style. Not a crew cab, just a small rear area with jump seats facing sideways. It was a Sunday, which meant it was the day of largest circulation and biggest papers. We piled into the truck with me in that little rear area, literally laying almost to the ceiling on a mountain of stacked papers. We couldn't put them in the bed of the truck because they would blow out when they were flat like that.
I rolled and bagged while Ben drove and pitched. Sometimes I would get a few papers ahead, and sometimes he would be yelling at me to roll faster.
One of the local cops watched out for Ben and Ben would give him a free paper. After we'd been running the route for a few minutes Ben told me to hand him a flat paper so he could give it to the cop. The policeman got out of his patrol car and called out something like "Everything okay tonight, Ben?"
Ben said "Yeah, my cousin's helping me. I'm running late."
The policeman walked to the truck while Ben held his paper out the driver's window. When the cop got to the truck he shined his flashlight through the side window, right at me wearing nothing but my whitie-tighties and sitting on a pile of newspapers.
"Hi," I said, not knowing what else to do.The cop stood there staring at me in my underwear. I thought we were dead meat - there was probably a law against wearing underpants in public.
"Gotta go!" Ben said. The truck picked up speed and groaned away from the policeman, leaving the man standing in the middle of an intersection, holding his newspaper, shaking his head and laughing.
Every time the subject of whitie-tighties comes up in this blog I remember that night.
your experience laying on top of those newspapers just in your white undies made me smile just thinking about how you looked, and what your reaction was when the cop came up to the window and saw you laying there in your white undies. thank you for making my day a little better.
ReplyDeleteAt least, you were not playing with your pecker when he looked in.
ReplyDeleteLOL!!! A protection racket! The cop accepts a bribe (in the form of a newspaper) for guarding this paperboy who's throwing his route during the dangerous little hours! Ought to be a lead investigative story on the front page of ... what else, the Sunday paper!
ReplyDeleteJust kidding. Neat story and fits well with all the posts about briefs. Like Farm Boy, I can picture the kid in his whitie-tighties riding around on top of that load of papers.