tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post1619821992004106507..comments2023-12-27T16:41:07.438-05:00Comments on Suldog: Paperboy - Part TwoSuldoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-51748088759859429352015-11-23T04:48:29.953-05:002015-11-23T04:48:29.953-05:00Why does a woman not bring up these predatory imag...Why does a woman not bring up these predatory images that a man would in the same situation?! I mean if you were a little girl recounting this incident my stomach would be in knots all the while. Didn't want to lessen the entertainment value of your superb writing, just wondering.Absolut Ruinesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02786955215978419429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-54770634467936970232015-11-20T10:13:52.321-05:002015-11-20T10:13:52.321-05:00um, is it hot in here?um, is it hot in here?Darylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08241795455748298624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-30861028680867282072015-11-18T16:25:04.287-05:002015-11-18T16:25:04.287-05:00As always, you say something that inspires. :)
Ou...As always, you say something that inspires. :)<br /><br />Our paperboy tossed a paper through the window of the flower shop my grandparents owned. He knocked on the door to let me know. I was the only person home.<br /><br />I've been married to him for 35 years now.<br />And once or twice I've attempted to seduce him.<br /><br />Ah, reminiscing. :)Amihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08353667980806676067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-2941152994817546522015-11-17T23:57:07.194-05:002015-11-17T23:57:07.194-05:00I, too, wonder if perhaps she had a son or relativ...I, too, wonder if perhaps she had a son or relative that she had lost contact with. (...Apologies for that dangling preposition.)<br />If that was the case, I hope they were able to reconnect. It's sad to feel the absence of one who is close to your heart.<br />This is a great story, Jim. Jackiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01214796594702277709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-62130350597834953512015-11-17T23:55:21.109-05:002015-11-17T23:55:21.109-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Jackiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01214796594702277709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-87334043329591059072015-11-17T16:44:18.849-05:002015-11-17T16:44:18.849-05:00Notebook and pens.. somehow she knew you were goin...Notebook and pens.. somehow she knew you were going to be a writer and she made sure she'd give you something to write about.Hilaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12787493532006658679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-33121245223228002462015-11-17T13:36:49.925-05:002015-11-17T13:36:49.925-05:00Heh. Awesome.
You are the king of the paperboys!Heh. Awesome.<br /><br />You are the king of the paperboys!OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-62884824385826528172015-11-17T12:20:47.873-05:002015-11-17T12:20:47.873-05:00My sons also had a paper route for a few years (th...My sons also had a paper route for a few years (they passed it down from brother to brother). Jenn and I would drive them on Sundays. There was one warm summer Sunday when I wandered up to drop a paper on a front porch, and the sounds of rhythmic grunting in a feminine key were emanating from a side window. Probably just as well my son didn't deliver that house. . .<br /><br />Myself, I never had even imaginary seductions from any of my customers. But a woman in her bathrobe giving you a bag of school supplies. . . Well, that's just weird. . .<br /><br />Craighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12044041773404411751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-40202394306467404152015-11-17T11:22:01.804-05:002015-11-17T11:22:01.804-05:00Well... I have a lot of stories from my time as a ...Well... I have a lot of stories from my time as a paperboy, but none hold a candle to that.<br /><br />Well, maybe the part about the dog chase.(not necessarily your) Uncle Skiphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02705753220273516841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-32449115294299004752015-11-17T11:07:04.173-05:002015-11-17T11:07:04.173-05:00She may have been waiting for a sign from you, and...She may have been waiting for a sign from you, and you didn't give it, so she dropped the idea and just treated you like a nice, young paper boy. Interesting to ponder.messymimihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10649529601786689712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-36351626668249601452015-11-17T09:15:50.387-05:002015-11-17T09:15:50.387-05:00She certainly made quite an impression on your you...She certainly made quite an impression on your young hormone-driven mind, as you've related the encounter with lots and lots of details!!<br />OlderSon used to be a paper boy at about the same age delivering the Toronto Sun (Cheapo tabloid) but I don't think he ever had any memorable encounters like that! I'll have to question him closely!!!! <br />He delivered to houses and most people paid up, but he also delivered to one apartment building and often someone moved out and skipped paying their bill and he had to make up the money himself.Shammickitehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11969803866899076638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15329973.post-46284462097756757432015-11-17T09:12:04.188-05:002015-11-17T09:12:04.188-05:00You'll never know...great story.You'll never know...great story.joehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08520161706680568508noreply@blogger.com