I know a man who delivers papers in big West German city. He told me about some experiences he had, when doing his job. I recorded his report which I pusblish here.
When one is out on his job as a paper man, one now and then encounters people who one would never encounter at daytime. I collect my newspaper bundles for delivery from a kiosk. Many a person, who got out of step with their life in some way, washes up at such a kiosk.
When I was recently sorting my papers and packing them into the bag and the bicycle trailer in the early morning, I saw from the corner of my eye that a big silvery limousine drove up to the place in front of the kiosk and stopped behind me.
A young man in a swester got out of the driver's door and shouted into the car's interior ‚Would you like your coffee with little or much sugar?' Soon after, I heard a slurring voice shouting from the limousine ‚Hello ... hey ... hello!'
I was wary of looking back. However, it was to no avail. After a short time, a tall middle-aged man, who wore a classic grey suit and waved a banknote, stood right beside me.
And then the slurring voice came again ‚Hello ... hey ... hello, you! I told the man that I had no time and had to work. He answered, that he wanted to donate money to me. I told him that I didn't want to accept his money. His next argument, why he wanted to donate the banknote to me, was, that he had no idea how to spend his money. That went too far. I shouted at him ‚ Put your money into your ...!'
Those words were clear enough. He toddled of and finally wrathfully shouted at me out of the car window ‚There are people who are really pretty sick.' The chauffeur returned with the coffee, the car drove away and I had peace and quiet.