Run Forrest...

OMG! I just got back from the paper not too long ago. I have had a rider for the past two nights, Forrest. He just won't shut the hell up. He has asked me every possible question one can ask about paper delivery. It's getting annoying. He can't talk and work at the same time either, which really means he broke rule number three*. Don't talk to Nina(or anyone around her) if you can't work at the same time, that is unless you want her foot up your ass. It annoys her. He also can't follow directions. I told him several times how to stack the papers and he just keeps stacking his own way. There is a method to my madness. He discovered that when all of our papers wouldn't fit on the cart because he didn't stack them the right way. AGGGGGHHHHH!


Anyway, he is taking over my old route with his dad. I swear, for as much as the dude talks about his dad, I thought he was one of those thirty year old losers with hero worship. I just found out today that the guy was married. I mean if you talk about your father more than your wife, you might have a problem, that is unless you hate your wife....

I checked, his father is in good health. There is no reason for the constant talking about his father. He is even annoying the cool white trash people next to me. I mean that takes a lot of annoying. Anyway, I can't wait to be rid of the dreaded rider. I mean I had one earlier this week and he was actually cool. He was so cool he figured out that the paper route is a shit job and got the flock out of there.

Besides the paper drama, nothing much has been happening. I have been spending my days doing chores and loafing around with Sam. He is great company. I have him thoroughly addicted to Pikmin 2. I think it's the first time in a long time that Sam has been happy. He's great comic relief and tends to give me the same shit I give him. He's not at all what I was expecting. I mean, it's just like regular old Sammy. I think he might be contemplating a move to Arizona. He even cooked dinner last night! It was a refreshing change of pace for me. Michael did the dishes too. All I had to do was chop some veggies, which is totally easy for me. A girl could get use to this...

I am, however, not going to get used to anyone I don't know riding with me on my paper route. Nope, I don't like that one bit. I mean what if they assign a mass murderer to ride in my car with me. It's not like they do any kind of background checks on people who throw papers. If I don't blog soon, someone look for a thirty-three year old, papa loving, constantly talking and not working, and normal to a frightening degree man named Forrest.


***Rules***
1. Don't breathe
2. Don't try to look, smile, talk, wink, or crack any jokes at Nina within the first hour of her waking.
3. See above
4. Do every thing I say when I say it or suffer the consequences
5. No farting in my car
6. No comments on when I should get a car wash(it just rained here, so leave me the fuck alone)
7. Oh why do I bother....no one follows the rules.....