![]() The Market runs until noon and we still had a couple of hours left before I could pack up so I had the bright idea to let them hang out in the office. Now usually this is all fine and dandy, but it was really hot out that morning and they were getting crabby. It makes setup a breeze and acts as sort of my “home base” in case I need to run to the bathroom or grab some cold water from the cooler.Īs is with most weekends, my kids, Ben and Sam, came with me to the market. ![]() It’s a weird hobby.)Īnyway, because the newspaper’s office is right on the Square, I keep my tables and chairs and stuff there so I don’t have to lug all it all from home every weekend. On Saturdays, well, most Saturdays anyway, I set up a booth at the Easley Farmer’s Market in Old Market Square where I sell these little bird feeders I make out of teacups. Our sister paper in Newberry probably had a set, but that meant I would have to drive down on Monday to get them - not really how I wanted to spend an afternoon. Those coin boxes only open with a key - and we didn’t have a spare set. The money in the bag wasn’t the problem - like I said, most of the route accounts are billed - the problem was the keys. I threw away the bag at the recycling center. That’s when my eyes set upon the empty paper bins in the back and I knew immediately what had happened. I looked under my seat, in the side panel pockets, under the floor mats - everywhere. When I got back, I couldn’t find the route money bag. I dumped the old papers and headed on my merry way. The old papers were starting to pile up in my car, so I decided to make a stop at the recycling center in Liberty on my way back to the office. Most stops are monthly billed accounts, but there’s a few places where I have to collect cash sales - including the coin boxes at the local post offices. I spend most of my day driving around Pickens County pulling the old papers from the various stops and replacing them with the new edition. This all started on Wednesday, while I was running the paper route. And you would think I, as a reasonably competent adult, would be capable of keeping track of and/or managing seven keys. At any given time, I have seven keys I need to keep track of: a house key, a key to the gate for my backyard, two car keys, one for the newspaper’s office and two for the coin boxes that hold papers along the route.
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