A few weeks ago Dashman and I decided that commuting to Wacko Alley to deliver papers every morning was getting too taxing on our sleep schedules, work schedules and gas tanks. So, we handed in our two weeks notice (causing much chagrin in the paper depot, as we had one of the largest routes) and contacted the paper depot in our own neck of the woods. This time it was I who signed the papers, officially taking the new route as my own. We spent some time over the next two weeks trying to train in our clueless replacement- but I'll let Dashman explain the painful details.
We then started our new route, delivering PP papers. (NOT to the driveways! What do we look like- Barbarians!?) Anyway, so far it has been fairly pleasant, the people friendly and helpful, and the depot clean and neat. The route also covers the same area where we live, so the commute home is non-existent, instead of the half-hour drive we used to take.
Last week, as we were finishing up the route, I mentioned to Dashman that we had two houses on Caramel that we had to deliver to. Dashman replied, "Caramel? I can't drive on caramel!"
I rolled my eyes. "If the Israelites could wade through milk and honey, you can drive on a bit of caramel!"
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