When I was about 8 years old I had a Plain Dealer Route on W.45th, and a few other streets in Cleveland. In those days you had to collect the money in person and turn the money in to some Jerk who would come by the house every week. It was summer and very hot and I was collecting. Went to a house and the door was open and a lady was sitting on the couch with no top on. She didn't even bother to put it on and paid for the paper, smiling all the time.