Newspaper Conundrum
The paperboy - actually a 250 lb bearded behemoth in an Outback - delivered my newspaper to my neighbor this morning. There it is - plop - smack in the middle of HIS DRIVEWAY! And I've got bupkis in mine.
At least I think it's my newspaper. Now I know he gets the Sunday paper and I don't think he gets the daily newspaper. But I'm not totally sure. Maybe he just started daily delivery.
So what do I do?
Go over and take it without asking? What if it's his? Then I'm stealing.
Ask him if it belongs to him? Then I embarrass him and I appear kind of stupid. ("Uh, excuse me, Fred. Does that newspaper lying right in the middle of your driveway belong to you?")
Hope he realizes it's mine and throws it into my yard? Well, that's a wussy way of handling the situation.
What if he keeps it for himself? What if it happens again tomorrow?
I really miss my newspaper.
K-
Ah, the trials and tribulations of life in suburbia!
Well, that's no help. ;-)
K-
As best as I can tell, our current paperboy is two little old ladies in an old stationwagon. My brother was a paperboy for about five years. Everytime he was sick or gone for whatever reason, I had to fill in. It was the worst job I ever had.
Now that it's well past noon, I'm wondering what you ended up doing.
My neighbor took the paper. Who's going to argue?