We have a weekend subscription on one of the local papers here but each Saturday and Sunday the door bell rings – a boy wants to sell two other newspapers. Its a common thing and we’ve gladly bought a paper or two. The boy pops up like a clockwork but sometimes another boy showed up. It made us a bit curious.
One day we learned that the boy we buy papers from is not the owner of this route! He visit just us because we’re always buying from him! He makes sure to go out before the “real” one takes the route. The other boy that pops up once in a while is the real paperboy for this route.
Now we’ve stopped buying from the fake one but we don’t have the guts telling him why.. We’re chickens. And we don’t want to call the newspaper sales department because we don’t want to give the kid any trouble..
(irony)Oh the huge problems we have in this life… (/irony)