I, along with everyone else who lives in my apartment complex, recieved a new phone book yesterday.  I know, exciting news, right?  All those new friends I could meet… or not.  Proably not.  Seriously, though, how annoying is it to open your door and find an unwanted and useless pile of paper (I refuse to call it a book, it has done nothing to deserve such a title) squatting in your way.  Usually I leave mine there in protest for a few days, refusing to even acknowledge its presence enough to throw it out, but in looking around I saw that all of my neighbors had already taken in or disposed of theirs, so mine went immediately to the dumpster… where I saw no other phonebooks.  Had everyone else really wanted theirs?  Was I missing out on something?  Had ALL of my neighbors really kept their new phone books?

No.  A few hours later, I returned home to find a new phone book in front of every other door in the building.  For some reason, mine had been delivered in advance.  Somehow, some way, for whatever reason, I have apparently qualified myself to recieve a priority advance copy of the phone book. Yay for being special.

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