Every day it mysteriously showed up.
Unwanted and unpaid for.
But there it was... just waiting for me to partake of its offerings.
In a new marketing ploy (I would venture to guess), The Pushers thought they could get me hooked if I just got used to having it at my fingertips.
But I wouldn't give in. I get my news off the internet, thankyouverymuch.
After about a week of freebies, it stopped just as mysteriously as it had begun. (Then again, I could have had a neighbor who was, at that very moment screaming at some poor Customer Support clerk complaining about their lack of daily home delivery... )
Ha! Nice try. The only part of the newspaper I want is the Saturday coloured comics, which are no longer a separate section, but now deviously hidden deep inside the pages, making the act of trying to find them akin to discovering the Fountain of Youth. The rest of the newspaper gets chucked straight into the recycle bin. I have no need for it at all.
Except for when I am painting. Oh crap! What the heck would I use if I had no paper to protect my carpet from the inevitable paint spills? Which, believe me, happens more often than I care to admit. I can bullseye that one square inch of unprotected carpet in-between the folds of Arts and Leisure and The Classifieds like William Tell.
So before I decide to stop purchasing even the Saturday edition, perhaps I should stock up on the Christmas flyers.
I've already had enough delivered this past week to last me, oh until 2012.
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