lump of coal

Like a child on Christmas, every morning for the past week I have run outside to collect my newspaper from the door mat. And every morning, save two, it hasn't been there.

Either someone is deliberately depriving me of my daily current events, or I am being continually overlooked. I've called twice, and I just laugh as they credit my account for the papers I haven't recieved. The overall quality of the paper is not worth my aggrevation, so I will laugh each morning til they finally bring it. And I will sit alone with my bowl of cereal wishing I had something gray and black to read.