i delivered papers for a while, Not a crappy every house once a week paper, I delivered a proper one only about 20 houses a day 6 days a week. I done it from intermediate (12ish) till 5th form (16sh). I did get tips some times, regualry i got a bag of lollies every wensday from this one lady, this man always gave me money for a drink (2dollarsish) on hot days, this old man gave me apples and one old lady who i had to deliver to the door gave me 5 a week which is nice when your 12.
Christmas time was great i gave all my people a christmas card and almost everyone gave me one back with chocolates or money some times alot. There was this one man who one my first day (that he saw me) he gave me 10 dollars and no other tips until my last when he gave me 50 i was shocked. When i quit i let out hints to the ones i talked to and got some big ones (5dollars or more i big).
As far as bad things from me, there was this one man who never talked to me and let his dog bark at me while he watched. On rainy days i would put his paper on top of all the others to keep em dry and let his get unreadabley wet. And once i threw his paper at his dog (and rode off quickly). Here we dont normally chuck the paper at house but place in letter box, although i had one house where the lady would come to the door of house and the dog would run out and i would put the paper in its mouth.
SOme of the chrismas tippers would leave the present sitting in/on the letter box with a note "to the paper boy". This worked well until one year i caught this little barsted advert deliver eating some chocolates that said "to the paper boy", dick didnt relise that I WAS THE PAPER BOY! i just yelled at him. (i was a older paper boy by then at 15).
Many of run ins with dogs never bitten though once ran over a little dog on bike, it was trying to bite me i didnt mean to get him.
Once i got robed and they took my money (i had to collect the money from the customers) and my pay. They must have known it was money day, i got beat up as well cops didnt do crap they talked to the boys parents but they had soposably had spent it and the parents couldnt afford to pay it back, and i felt like the cops blamed me cause i called them "Fu%^en Maoris!" as i ran off with my money. My boss repaid me my pay. I ended up having a fight with one at school the next day as well, cause they werent tougher than me 1 on 1.
Last story, once when to of my freinds came with me we had joey guns (small metal poll with a rubber glove finger taped on end for shotting stones) and we playing with them. Some neighbour boys (younger than me kinda freindly) saw us and we told them and let them have a play. A few days later while i was doing the run they ambushed me down their street. It was funny as but sore for me at the time, it was all god father like, i saw one pop up behind a fence and i new something was about to happen before i saw the guns.