I didn't get my newspaper this morning.

This worried me a little, because today happens to be my 30th birthday. I was picturing some sort of "Logan's Run"-style scenario, and perhaps the Los Angeles Times had realized I wouldn't be around to pay my subscription bill next month, or even tomorrow.

But I called the "I Didn't Get My Newspaper" hotline, and a replacement copy was delivered.

Original comments...

Mitch: I confess, Jim. We stole your paper. Tried to replace the cover page with your Wanted poster, but we ran out of time. And markers. Sorry.

Also, someone has left an old computer monitor in the hallway with a note attached: "If it's working, please call me. I pay fine" (and an apartment number and phone number).

Right now, there is a door in my apartment complex that is being held open by an empty box of Marshmallow Peeps.

On my way to a Labor Day picnic today, I stopped at a Ralphs supermarket to buy three 12-packs of Coke and a tube of sunscreen. Because Coke 12-packs were on sale, I had the following conversation with the cashier in the express lane...

Cashier: Those are limit 2 with minimum $10.00 purchase at the sale price.
Jim: What? Oh, that's fine, I'll just pay regular price.
Cashier: People have been yelling at me all day about that. "It didn't say anything about a limit in the fine print." So I have to show them in the flyer. Then I get worried they're going to pull a switchblade or something. Then it's time for me to take out my blade. (Briefly pulls box cutter out of his pocket) It looks like you got the sale price because of this bad boy! (Holds up sunscreen, which was on sale for $8.99, but regularly priced at $10.99, which I guess is what counts to the computer)