I’m more Nancy Doodle than Nancy Drew, but I cracked the case of the missing Sunday papers.
Turns out when I skip town, my downstairs neighbor scoops up my NYT.
I can see the logic behind not wanting home delivery to go to waste, but I’m thinking there’s a better way of handling the situation. Like maybe bringing the paper inside and leaving it for me, seeing as how it’s mine and all. Or maybe asking if it would be alright to grab my paper when I seem to be out of town. I’d be ok with that. I play well with others. I’m just not digging the assumption that it’s cool to cop first and ask permission later. It leaves me in the awkward spot of having to knock on your door Sunday night and ask for my crossword puzzle back – operative word being “my.”
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OMG…I didn’t know you were a NY Times crossword junkie. It’s one of my favorite things.