209. “Read All about It!”
PLOP! Alfred woke up, and immediately knew why
was awake—the paperboy. It was 5:30 a.m. A
later, he finally got back to sleep. Later
morning, he made a phone call. The customer
rep asked if he could help. Alfred couldn’t
his ears; the rep had an Indian accent.
was calling to complain about the Los Angeles
, and he was talking to someone in India!
told the rep to tell the paperboy to
the paper quietly—at 5:30 a.m. Alfred, like most
human beings, was trying to sleep. The rep
, saying that he would notify the route supervisor.
said that this was the fourth time he
called in the last three weeks. He said
wanted to talk to the supervisor directly. The
said that he would leave a message for
supervisor to call Alfred. Alfred rolled his eyes;
had heard this before. He was beginning to
if a “route supervisor” even existed. By 6:00
.m., the route supervisor hadn’t called.
That night, Alfred
his alarm for 5:20 a.m. The next morning,
walked downstairs. A few minutes later, the paperboy
up. He ran over to Alfred’s apartment building.
he saw Alfred standing there, he handed him
paper. Alfred told him to stop throwing the
onto the steps.
“You are waking me up.
the paper on the steps quietly. Do not
it—place it, okay?” The paperboy nodded, and ran
to his car. At 5:30 the next morning,
woke up. The paper had just been thrown
the steps. He heard the car drive off.
was enough. Even though he loved the convenience
home delivery, Alfred’s sleep was far more valuable
him. Starting tomorrow, he would read the Times