A little background first. We have been trying for over a month to have our newspaper stopped at our old house. I made an annual payment so I did not know the delivery person to call and called the main office. And called the main office over and over talking to everyone from the janitor to the supervisor yet nothing stopped the paper from coming. Jo-Ann was here when we were calling. She and I decided the only way to stop it was to lie in wait some morning. She thought we were going to do it on the way to Chuck's endoscopy so here is the email she sent me.
I couldn't fall asleep until almost two and then woke at 6 and couldn't go back to sleep. Perhaps it is because I knew that you would be confronting the paperman at six. I have these visions of you and Chuck, camaflagued clothing, black-faced, inching up the hill as he comes into sight. As he lifts his arm to throw the paper, Chucks "Hold it Buddy" frightens him almost as much as the elephant gun that Chuck is holding. MK is backing this all up with her own personal UZI sub-machine gun which leaves a straith of bullets from the front of the car, through the tires, to the back of the car. News and film at 10.
Paper was there again this morning............... LOL MK