Stop, Thief!

I got up to run yesterday at the typically idiotic time of 6AM. After getting geared up, I went outside to stretch for a few minutes before hitting the pavement. As I'm stretching, I notice a minivan 2 doors down on the opposite side of the street. I figure it's no big deal, because the people who live there are teachers, and are usually up and out early.

Here's where we get off track. The van goes into reverse and backs up the street, stopping at our driveway. The lady opens her door, gets out, and takes my daily copy of the St. Louis Post-Dispatch! All the while, I'm standing there in my bright red running shirt. I know I'm a lot smaller than I used to be, but I'm still hard to miss.

This lady gets back in her van and drives away - leaving me a bit stunned. At this point, I chalk it up to her being the delivery person, and we just had to renew the subscription, so maybe we just aren't back on the schedule yet.

After logging the first few miles of my run, I come to Emily's school, where I notice this van sitting in the parking lot, and this lady reading my newspaper in the front seat. At this point I thought about going to talk to her to see why she stole my newspaper, but ever the aspiring runner, I didn't want to break stride half way through my route.

I thought about the great newspaper caper during the rest of my run and while getting ready for work. Then, as I'm about to leave, I looked out the window as I see this lady driving down the street again, and as she gets to our house, my now previously-read paper flies out and lands on the driveway like nothing ever happened.

So now I'm not sure if I should be angry that she stole my paper, or happy that she found it so important to stay current on politics, business, etc., that she would resort to "borrowing" my newspaper.

Needless to say, I grabbed today's paper and put it inside as soon as I went out to stretch.