Trusting Your Fellow Man

I just performed my annual stupidity ritual. This has to be among the most stupid things I do every year but I do it nonetheless:

"Hello, Baltimore Sun circulation."
"Hi. I'd like to suspend delivery of my newspaper while I'm away on vacation."
"Certainly, sir. Could I have your home address, please?"
"And the day you will be leaving?"
"And what day will you be returning?"
"Thank you, sir, for calling the Baltimore Sun. I hope you enjoy your vacation."

So here I am telling a total stranger the exact dates when no one will be in my house. And she passes that information along to the guy who actually delivers my newspaper. Could I be more explicit? "You do understand that the reason I need to suspend delivery of my paper is because no one will be in the house at all to get the paper? Not one person? The house is empty? At the address I just gave you? You do get that right? So if you wanted to break-in you have my assurance that the house is unoccupied? You understand all that?"

But I'll be damned if I let a neighbor get my paper for free.
K-