Work

"Hi, sorry to bother you, I'm just calling from the Echo..." said Dave for the 100th time that day as yet another random face prepared to slam a door in his face, "Do you read the Echo at all?"

The lady stared at him blankly. "Do you know what happened the last time?"

'Oh dear,' Dave thought to himself, 'Here we go again.' He mentally turned off and switched on the autopilot which would nod, try to look polite and occasionally say things like, "That should not of happened", "Terrible" and "We have new people delivering now".

What was so difficult about delivering a paper? It seemed well over 95% of Echo readers used to have it delivered, but after what happened the last time...

The lady was still talking, now her husband had joined in and they had gone to fetch an echo from 17 years ago to prove whatever point they had made. This had gone on too long, Dave had to end it and move on. As politely as he could, he pulled himself away, hurling tonights Echo at them and offers of a free week. Why do so many people seem to think such a simple minded canvesser had any say what so ever as to how the echo runs things. Oh well. Onwards.

Dave gave a loud knock on the next door, waited a moment, and began again as the door creaked open.

"Hi, sorry to bother you, I'm just calling from the Echo. Do you read the Echo at all?"

..."Do you know what happened the last time?"...