I've been busy recently and I've slowed from my usual breakneck speed of posting in this space. However, don't forget that I also have a movie and baseball blog that I update fairly regularly.
Anyway, this past weekend was a blur of booking trips to Asia, playing wiffleball, attending weddings, and drinking beershakes. More on those later. Although Youthlarge already has a full wrap of the food gossip on The Park Slope Gastronome.
But there's something on my mind this evening, other than the fact that I had to miss the Yankees-Mets game at Shea and work today because of my strained back from Sunday morning. Although my back problems did lead Hot Tub Eric to the quip of the weekend "You've got the back of an 80-year-old and the Cargo shorts of a 12-year-old."
No, what I ponder tonight has to do with the delivery of my NY Times.
Youthlarge and I have it delivered everyday. On occasion, it gets stolen. In the past, I've simply called the "customer care" folks at the Times, report that my paper has been stolen and ask for a credit. This has never been a problem. Although, when the Saturday paper is stolen, it is a bitch. Half of the Sunday paper is delivered on Saturday including Youthlarge's favorite part - the magazine.
This Saturday, the paper was stolen. Normally, that would lead to a breakdown on my end, but since I didn't have the time to do any reading anyway on Saturday, I was fine. The Saturday paper is the worst one to get stolent. Any other day, you can go the newsstand to replace it. But since half of the Sunday paper can only be attained through delivery, you are screwed when the Saturday paper is stolen.
I called the Times and asked to have the entire Sunday's paper delivered on Sunday. Simple, right? Well, I've tried that before but my delivery guy usually fucks that request up. He also has been known to deliver the paper even when I'm out of town and have requested a stop in delivery. But other than that and the occasional paper that misses the steps completely and lands on the stairs leading to the sinister basement of my building, he's been okay. I haven't had too many reservations mailing him a tip every December when he sends me a holiday card with a return envelope included.
Anyway, the woman at the Times told me that she would lodge a complaint with the delivery person. But I said that she shouldn't do that because I'm sure he had delivered it. However, since it was stolen, I wanted the entire paper redelivered the next day.
Sunday morning rolled around and at 6 am, our buzzer went off. None of us answer it (Hot Tub Eric was staying with us) but I had a sneaking suspicion that it was the newspaper guy getting his revenge on me by buzzing at 6 on a fucking Sunday morning! When we eventually made it downstairs to the paper, only the Sunday sections were included, rather than the advanced ones too. Typical.
Youthlarge and I decided to buy a paper because we wanted the whole thing. I called the Times and asked for credit on the entire weekend since we didn't get Saturday's paper and only half of Sunday's and felt compelled to buy a whole other Sunday paper. They had no problem with my request.
Last night, I was sleeping on the couch because I thought it would be better for my strained back. Guess who rang our buzzer, not once, but twice this morning at 5:30? Yup, the asshole newspaper guy. I looked out the window and saw him as he sauntered off of our steps down to the next apartment with his papers. What the fuck? What would he have said if I had answered the buzzing? How does he miss our steps when he walks right by them?
My first thought was to go running down the block after him and give him a piece of my mind but my sore back told me that that was a bad idea. I thought maybe I'd call the Times and lodge another complaint? But for what purpose? So he can wake me up tomorrow morning at 5 am? Maybe call and make an anonymous complaint? Anyone have any advice?
All I know is that this fucker is never ever getting another tip from me at Christmas time.
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