|Image "Coco" by Andy Rennie|
At the door was our newspaper girl. She was, not surprisingly, non-plussed by my demeanor. She, very hesitantly, mentioned she "was collecting" and it was only then that I clued in.
I felt so bad. Can you picture it: you're a young girl, dressed for summer, collecting for newspaper delivery. You ring a customer's doorbell, and who should come to answer your ring but a 50-something, dishevelled old man, overweight, mouth hanging open staring at you with a blank imbecility.
I'm shocked she didn't run in terror.