Who goes around stealing newspapers? Yesterday I wished I had an answer to that question.
Every now and then our paper turns up missing. My husband always claims that someone stole it. I laugh and say, “Nobody steals newspapers.” He calls and asks for it to be redelivered and a couple of hours later we are reading the news.
But yesterday was different. I was so anxious to read all about Obama’s big win, but when our paper wasn’t there by 8 a.m., I was fairly certain it wasn’t coming. I called and did all of the necessary things to get it redelivered. But no paper came. My husband called and a recording said it would be here by noon.
At 1:00 we were getting fairly miffed. He called again, this time speaking to a live person who said there were no more papers to be delivered because they had run out. She suggested going out and buying one. He reminded her that we had already paid for a paper.
After dealing with this all day long, someone finally brought us a paper around 9:00 p.m. By that time the news was good and old. But we savored it anyway, never being so happy to see the Washington Post.
I heard they had to reprint the New York Times yesterday, something that rarely happens. The country was hungry to read about the history that had been made on election day.
The Post guy agreed to have our paper delivered to our front door from now on instead of thrown onto the end of our driveway. Guess that message never got passed on to the person who actually delivers it, because it was there on the driveway today. Maybe the thief is still working on yesterday’s paper.