3308. What happened to Bluto and Jason was never even explained, but by the end of the week Bluto had a new truck and a new job. I say new but the job was not exactly a job, and the truck was an old 1947 panel van that had been a bread delivery truck. Bluto’s new job was hauling junk to the dump from peoples attics and basements; he was self employed. He had an ad in the classifieds in the paper.
I didn’t know that I was going to be spending a lot of time in the
coming months in that old truck working as Bluto’s assistant cleaning
out attics and basements. It was a part time position that couldn’t have
come at a more opportune time as I was about to be fired from my
regular job. My regular job was a paper route.
I had been delivering papers for over a year. I took over an evening
paper route of one hundred and twenty costumers from a boy that had
moved and at first I was very excited about it. It took me about two
hours each day and all day Saturday I had to collect the money.
3311. Gradually, I can’t say why, I began to lose interest in my business enterprise. I set out with my bag of papers later and later, and each day I would find some new distraction to take up my time until I was hours late delivering my last costumers. Then the competition, being the boys with routes bordering mine, began to convert my costumers to their routes, and I began to lose two or three costumers a week.