Feeding the hungry newspaper thief

When I moved back to California, I decided I wanted to get the San Francisco Chronicle sent to me. I used to love the Chronicle. After reading it a few months, I've decided it's really not what it used to be, even though I still like it. Back when I was getting the Chronicle, Herb Caen was still writing his daily city beat. It was so fun to read. The two people who have since replaced him after his passing away are really not all that interesting, but more like reading bad gossip columnists. But I still like the paper, although it's not as great, to me, as it used to be.

Which brings up the illustrious newspaper thief. I was getting the paper delivered to me every morning. Turns out about 33 percent of mornings I actually got the newspaper. Either the delivery guy is inept, which I really never believed, or someone has decided that my paying for a newspaper constitutes consent of them stealing my newspaper every morning. It got to the point that I had to get up at 6am to catch the guy delivering the paper so I could actually get it in the morning. That was beginning to become a bit ridiculous.

After conducting a cost benefit analysis on how much I'm paying for the newspaper (they charge a "delivery" fee that actually makes the paper more expensive than if I just went ahead and bought it at the student center every morning) and how much I'm actually receiving it, I decided to halt future deliveries of my newspaper. This was about a week ago. Yesterday, one of my "neighbors", another college student here at Pacific, remarked to me: "Did you stop receiving the paper?" Now, my question is: Why would this person who has NEVER spoken to me before, suddenly take an interest in my morning literacy program? And having answered that question as I believe is the actual case, I then wonder: "What kind of nerve does it take to inquire about a newspaper you've been stealing every morning for the last five months?"

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