So often under my truck

So often under my truck

Our city newspaper rang today wanting to deliver to me for a year with a mixture of electronic and hard copy. The offer quite suits my style of newspaper readership.

They noted that I had ceased their services for consistency - consistently delivering in the wrong place ~under my truck.

Simple directions, at my garage door.

I am a double, above knee, amputee and usually collect the morning newspaper in my wheelchair. Occasional lapses might be tolerated, like in a tree, or out in the circle, or even under six inches of snow. but when I have to go armed with a rake each time to retrieve the paper, it had become hardly worth the exercise.

They want to deliver to prove their service. Once again I have accepted. I'm not holding my breath.

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