As noted a couple weeks ago, I’ve had problems with someone in my building regularly stealing my Sunday newspaper. After months of putting up with it, I decided to take some action and call them out on it.

Well, I know they saw the note, because the paper had been moved halfway down the hallway last week. Furthermore — which I didn’t previously mention — I’m sure they would’ve opened the newspaper to see the note because I wrapped the old paper in the new paper’s front news section. So it looked like the current paper until they would’ve opened it and seen my note.

Well, it seems that my efforts were pointless, because I returned from Chicago Sunday night to find my Saturday paper sitting there but my Sunday paper gone. They stole it yet again, despite being given fair warning.

Bastards.

Now I have to decide what Plan B is. I frankly didn’t want to spend the time or effort thinking up ways to deal with this, or catching the bastard in the act, or otherwise booby-trapping my newspaper, but taking the high road has obviously gotten me nowhere.

People suck. I hate people.