Revenge of the Papergirl

So lately something has been amiss with our paper delivery. Last week we got Wednesdays paper on Thursday. Then along came Friday...usually the day we get a paper chock full of flyers...no paper. Saturday afternoon, there it is. I am starting to think the papergirl has it out for us. Maybe she knows that I am on to her and her games...but I digress.

So anyways, yesterday the doorbell rings. Cherie is standing just outside the bathroom door at the top of the stairs. She says "Its the papergirl" and hides around the corner. I am sitting on the couch and I dive to the floor, lying on my stomach. We then slither into the kitchen so that we can make sure she is gone.

Yes folks, thats right. The papergirl came to collect the "voluntary" payment and we hit the deck. We have decided that she will not be paid this month due to her lack of efficient services. To be honest, I usually pay. I even paid the month that my paper was in the snow. I usually even give her a tip. So this month, there will be no payment and certainly no tip (save from hey, let me introduce you to my mailbox)...and instead of telling her like adults, we have decided to just avoid her. I'm sure she'll be back today. I better get my carpet coloured clothes on so that I blend in with the floor.

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