The Return of the Newspaper

As most of you know, I am not a morning person. However, mornings are never quiet around here. Our doorbell begins to ring early in the morning and seems to ring all morning long. First we have our helper who comes to clean, then the sweeper guy who comes to pick up our trash, and then the guy who comes and picks up our clothes to be ironed. (yes, i have it rough :)) Anyway, on to the frustrating part... We used to recieve the newspaper, something that I have grown very fond of. However, we cancelled our subscription for the month of July. Unfortuanately no matter how many times I asked, they never would begin delivering it again. Finally last week I finally got someone who understood me to tell them to deliver our paper again. So they have. However, I think we have had some type of communication malfunction. The normal protocol for newspaper delivery is the same for the States. They typically just leave it at the door. But oh no, not out guy. For some reason, he rings our door repeatedly, then when I open the back door he says, "Newspaper" while holding it up. I stare at him, like, "Yes, I see that." He says newspaper loudly once again, and then throws it down on the mat in front of the screen door and walks off. I just stand there, not quite awake as it is, and think, "Was it really necessary that I get out of bed for that?" Alicia has been the unfortunate one to open the door the past few mornings. Maybe I miscommunicated something to them somehow, or maybe they are just really proud of themselves for delivering the newspaper. Who knows?....