Unwaranted news paper deliveries

So often in life we get what we don't want. Or we get want we want, just too late. Or get a percentage of what we want. Where was i going with this?

oh yeah, now i remember.

Every day for the last 2 weeks i've received La Presse. I've got nothing against La Presse, it's just that i never ordered it. But it keeps comin'. So i keep bringin' them to the french dude who sits next to me at work. He seems pretty happy about that... and i get to do the word jumble.

Chubby Chaser thinks i should advise them of this mistake... but you know what, who i am to interrupt this service? If the news paper gods have chosen me, who am i to tell them they made a mistake? No one, that's who.