“I want my two dollars...”
I want my 2 dollars.
I was a paperboy from 1965-1968. Had about 60 customers, and about 6 different newspapers (i.e. New York Times, Philly Inquirer, Harrisburg Patriot, Wall Street Jr etc.) . The best tippers got their papers first and put between the screen door and door, so they would not have to go out to the porch. My best tipper would give me $1 every collection, which was every two weeks. He even paid for me to go to summer camp one year.