Through the Eyes of a Delivery Goddess |
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It's been an ongoing amusement between myself, (I deliver the Post Gazette) and my friend who delivers the Tribune Review - competing papers, at least for now. There are a handful of folks who insist that one paper or the other be taken to the door, but nothing is said toward the competing paper. I had one customer who complained regularly if the Post Gazette was more than three feet from his front door. (You'd be amazed to learn that he lives in Crybaby Condos, wouldn't you?) He called our house one time and gave me a hard time because I drove up the driveway, threw the paper over the roof of the car, instead of going past the house to the garage area and turning around. He said, "you at least get it in front of the door when you throw it on the way out. Who knows where I'll find it if you throw it over the car. Don't be so lazy." I couldn't beleive it. When I asked why it's OK for the Tribune Review to be laying out in the grass, he replied, "My wife reads that rag, I don't care about that". Well, then - I suggest you have your wife retrieve the PG if she can go that far to get "HER" paper. No, of course not - I didn't SAY that, but I sure thought it. So, I made a game out of him. Sure, I went into the driveway and turned around like he asked, but then I aimed at the doorbell every day... "Paper's here"... hahaha. Now, I kid you not... one night I was extremely late and decided to drive in, toss over the car, and back out. I didn't hear the paper hit the porch, so I threw another one, it hit, and I backed out. The next day, (of course), this joker called and said he did not appreciate finding his paper on the porch roof - (so that's why I didn't hear it hit the porch. Hmmm) - and he certainly did NOT apprecaite me ringing the doorbell at night, either. Well - I really never thought I hit the bell - came close, but apparently, I must have tagged it at least one night. I couldn't wait it call the Trib driver and brag. There is a customer in another area that the Trib carrier and Bob both do. He insists that the Trib be taken to the door, but Bob's never heard a peep from him as far as door delivery of the PG. So, The Trib gal waits until she knows the PGs been delivered, and tosses her paper next to the PG. The few nights that she's there before Bob - this guy calls and complains that the Trib wasn't at his door. Now, how does he know that the Trib was there at 4am, and the PG not there until 4:30. Do people have nothing better to do that watch for the paper boy all night? There are other places where it seems the Trib is requested at the door, and the PG is not - we have finally decided that the Trib customer service must offer, not only DOOR DELIVERY, but, "Oh sure, Mr. Smith ... we'll send the carrier in to pour your coffee and butter your toast in the morning, too". Seriously, if you can walk out a few extra feet and pick up one paper - what's wrong with picking up the other from the same location? |