Recently when the snow melted I found the remains of newspapers in various stages of decay dotted around in front of the house. I didn’t think much of it until then other day. I was heading for work and running late so was particularly irritated by the car in front which was driving at kerb crawling speeds, stopping and starting and generally being driven erratically. Then it dawned on me – this was a parent driving their chubby offspring around BY CAR to do a paper round. The aforementioned chubster was just slinging the papers in the general direction of the house with all the accuracy of a budget forecast.
I don’t approve of this. Much as I dislike the sort of unsolicited rubbish that is delivered to me, I am horrified that I have to go and collected it from the front garden before filing it in the recycling bin. I’m also indignant on behalf of the people who have doubtless paid to advertise in these worthless rags that never get read and on behalf of whoever pays this lazy urchin to do the paper round in the first place. I’m particularly irritated by what must be legions of parents who ferry their slothful offspring around ENCOURAGING this in the first place.And this one in particular because it made me even more late than I would otherwise have been.
The strangest thing of all is that no-one else thinks that this is in any way odd. They don’t expect to have papers (including ones they have paid for) to actually arrive in a dry, readable condition on their doorstep. Why not I wonder?