Growing up as a kid, my 2 older brothers and I shared one big bedroom (that was actually the den). My oldest brother Freddie was a paperboy at the time and he slept on one end of the room, and Robbie and I slept in bunk beds on the other side.
One time in the middle of the night, Robbie and I were woken up by something at the window right next to our bunk bed. We looked over and saw the big Venetian blinds moving, and then saw a black glove come right through the window just inches from us!
So Robbie and I did what any kid would....we starting screaming, hoping maybe somebody would hear us! I remember we starting screaming for Daddy, but the first voice we heard was Freddie's. But then Daddy came in and starting fussing at Freddie.
It turns out that it was Freddie's black glove that we saw, and that he had been delivering papers before dawn, and had locked himself out. So not to knock on the door, he decided to sneak in the window so he wouldn't wake up anyone!
That story has stuck with me for over 40 years and is evidence of just one of the many hazards of working a paper route as a kid. I don't think Freddie ever locked himself out again!
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