BWare

It’s been a long time since I’ve been woken up at 4 AM by a crappy car with a loud exhaust stopping at every house [0].

Or any house.

Small blessing.

Now if I could just get the LA Times to stop littering my driveway with that goddam Hoy! trash… how is that legal even after I emailed and called to get them to stop. But they kept delivering their rag (and kept billing me for it! [1]) to my house in SoPas for two years after I moved to Seattle, so I’m not holding my breath [2].

 
[0] The last one was a second-hand rice burner with a rattly fartcan exhaust. Thank god that’s gone.

[1] When I called to try to make them stop, their tactic was to ask me if I didn’t want to keep paying for it for the people who now lived at my old residence, or if I wanted to have it delivered to Seattle. No… just no.

[2] Or if I could get the postman to stop delivering the goddam Red Plum etc. even though I did finally get off their mail lists. But it’s not like he checks. He just dumps them until he runs out. And I’m not at the end of the line, so someone else gets the benefit of me going to the trouble of unsubscribing from that junk. That’s got to be against some kind of federal statute, giving someone else’s mail to me.