Slumlord: I enjoyed our various "milkmen" when I was growing up - UNTIL Mr. Jex (our Smith Brothers Dairy milkman) ran over and kill't our family collie dog! Seems his speedy driving and disdain for dogs got under my skin - and it seems from the woodlot a couple hundred yards up the country road from my home slingshotted rocks would often break his milk trucks windows as he passed by! I admit now - I over reacted. One of Mr. Jex's four sons and I later became best friends and we graduated from high school in the same class. Hold into the wind VarmintGuy
The Sealtest bottling plant was within 1/2 mile from our house, as a kid we could go in the office section for free milk and ice cream. The milkman came and went way before either of my working parents ever thought of getting up.
I used to get ice cold chocolate mrlks for 15cents straight off the truck while the Purity man delivered to Wendy’s. Where I served my country fixing all yall hongray mfers hamburgers.
Wendys should be 2 years compulsory service right out of the 10th grade. Work every night till 2am then get up 6am for school and still make straight A grades.
Before that, starting about 12-13 years old.
Get them an old Schwinn one speed bike with a rack and make them get up at 0500 to fold and then deliver 50 or so papers.
Learn 'em up some work ethic it will.
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
Crap, I forgot all about the seltzer delivery guy. Used to bring those steel pressurized bottles you see in old comedy movies being used to spray folks.
Used to make our own sodies.
Now, like Snoop Dog, I've got my Soda Stream. Damn near as good, except you can't squirt mofos with it.
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
Kind of like the bread delivery. Around here there was a sign out front and if you weren't home you could write your order on a chalkboard the end of your driveway. And I don't remember where the guy would leave it but I guess they did somewhere.
I used to get ice cold chocolate mrlks for 15cents straight off the truck while the Purity man delivered to Wendy’s. Where I served my country fixing all yall hongray mfers hamburgers.
Wendys should be 2 years compulsory service right out of the 10th grade. Work every night till 2am then get up 6am for school and still make straight A grades.
Before that, starting about 12-13 years old.
Get them an old Schwinn one speed bike with a rack and make them get up at 0500 to fold and then deliver 50 or so papers.
Learn 'em up some work ethic it will.
Me and my bud when we was 11,12,13 we push mowed neighborhood yards. For $10 Split the job. I’d mow the front or he’d do the backyard.
Haul on to the next yard.
Get enough dough to buy our $37 summer pool passes and kick back. Then his ugly bullnose sisters started taking over our mowing route.
Did the paper route deal[as high as 75ish customers], mowed a few lawns, stocked shelves at the neighborhood C-store, collected returnable pop bottles around the local construction Co/lumber yard, any and every way to make a buck[or nickel]. But the very, very best was my venture in to fast food, that one weekend working at KFC taught me about 90 % of what I needed to know for life.
Milk men were way before my time. Why was a dairy product needing refrigeration left at door while you still went to the store to buy all of the other groceries. What the Fugg was so special about milk back then??
Did the paper route deal[as high as 75ish customers], mowed a few lawns, stocked shelves at the neighborhood C-store, collected returnable pop bottles around the local construction Co/lumber yard, any and every way to make a buck[or nickel]. But the very, very best was my venture in to fast food, that one weekend working at KFC taught me about 90 % of what I needed to know for life.
Worked with a guy, he used to go out to the dumpster and smoke a cig and yell the lyrics to Motorhead’s The Game
I was the milkman, or milk kid. I and brothers milked by hand 3-5 cows twice a day back in the 60s. I hated every second of it and still can recall the nasty smell of cows on a hot summer Kansas day. I do not miss it.
