I usually like to believe in the inherent good nature of people and all that jazz -- you know, the Golden Rule, treat people how you'd want to be treated, be excellent to each other, etc. I subscribe to the daily paper (in this case, the L.A. Times) and I try to read it every day because I like knowing what's going on in the world and in my area. I've been reading the newspaper every day since about the fifth grade, so it's a long-standing habit. As it is with most apartments, the paper is delivered to our front door and it sits outside until one of us snags it and brings it inside. So this morning, I spy the paper on the doorstep as I'm on my way out the door and I grab the bag it's in to pull out the classifieds section and dump them in the trash as I usually do every morning. And then I think, This feels a little light, especially for the Thursday edition that has the weekend section that I like reading. And then I dump the contents of the bag out and I see why it felt strange -- someone's already read my paper. It's not like they just kind of glanced through it, the pages are out of order and they're folded awkwardly and the different sections are all folded separately instead of grouped together as they always are. And half the paper, including the weekend section, is gone. For cryin' out loud, if you're going to steal my paper, at least steal the whole damn thing so it's not so completely obvious that you went through it. And moreover -- the paper costs 50 cents! If you're so desperate to read it, there's a number of convenience stores and coffee shops within walking distance where you can get it. Don't screw me over just because you feel like it, because that kind of rudeness just gets under my skin. But on the way to work, I saw a DeLorean sitting at a stoplight. That makes up for most of it.