Mailbox snatcher.

So a guy in a van just drove up and started messing with our Flint Journal box that sits right next to the mailbox. I, of course, get all alarmed and consider him to be stealing, so I run in my parents' room where my dad is and start demanding that he do something because a bad man is messin' with our stuff. The Dad promptly says, "don't worry about it," and goes back to what he's doing.

Wha??

Apparently, we don't want the paper anymore. Not only that, but we haven't gotten it all summer and Dad only picks up a Sunday paper at work. The rest of the news we read online. How did it escape my attention all summer that we weren't getting a paper?? Why didn't I notice a stack of paper underneath the usual table in the living room where we keep paper??

Geez. I suck at life.