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So, as I'm opening the gate this morning, a red truck pulls up and a lady jumps out with my Chronicle in hand. She stops cold, seeing me, and I put out my hand for the paper stating "It's mine, I live in apartment 3. In the future, could you please slide the paper under the security gate? They've been stolen the past few mornings." I swear to God I was smiling in a non-threatening manner all through this. I still had my hand held out for my paper, which was a trick considering that I was juggling my keys, two 2-liter bottles of Coke, and my work bag while keeping the gate open with my knee..

The lady nods, leans down, and proceeds to push the paper under the partially opened gate. She straightens up, flashes a big smile, and runs back to the truck.

To quote Fruvous: "Can't really call that a loss or a win..."

Oh, well. Off to bed.