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Originally Posted by FleetsidePaul
I didn't have what you would call a rare job. But it certainly had some unusual moments.
I was a Meter Reader when I started at the electric company. And if you go into in the backyards unannounced of about 400+ houses a day, you're bound to see something eventually.
My friends would ask me "Hey do you ever see naked chicks lying by the pool?
Unfortunately. No. I just saw old naked men running around their backyards. What can be seen cannot be unseen. I've got a million stories about that job.
I was attacked by a hawk, and I can't count how many dogs. I had a tree fall on me in a windstorm. And the lonely housewives that were always really ugly. People pulling guns on me. It was interesting work.
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Had a couple of paper routes in the city as a kid. Got the first one at 9 and by 11 had 4 of them. One day while collecting the subscription money, this middle aged lady answered the door in an open robe. She wasn't exactly pretty but I was 10 and almost peed myself. I couldn't even ask for the money. First time seeing boobs not in a magazine. I pretty much turned and ran. Can still hear her giggling. After that I would take my best friend collecting with me.
It never happened again either.
Later I worked as a baker in a pretty rough part of town down by 6th and Mission before it was gentrified. The place had a big roll up door with a man door on the side. It was about mid block and there were many homeless posted up and down the alley. I had to start baking at 3 so get there by 2:30. I would run from Mission, down the alley with key out in hand, quick open the man door, get in and lock it once inside. It was like Walking Dead every day. On one occasion, this guy outside started throwing bottles at the man door while singing "I am the muffin man". That was a pretty funny memory of that place.