Anyone else get a good laugh while reaching down to pick up the Suburban Journal
from the front lawn yesterday?
I don't know about in your neighborhood, but in mine people tend to treat the free weekly like some kind of bizarre -- yet wholly organic -- flora that arrives in their yard each weekend via Mother Nature and not
by way of an overweight delivery man in a cargo van.
There -- in their front lawns -- is where people leave the paper to rot ignominiously in its plastic sleeve as if it were a leaf felled from a tree, or perhaps a cluster of grass clippings belched out from the lawnmower.
You could even say that the newspaper is a pollutant of sorts the way its decaying carcasses line the sidewalks and front lawns in my neighborhood and countless others throughout St. Louis. That said, I couldn't help but appreciate the unintended comic genius of the headline that graced this weekend's paper.
Too Easy: RFT
haters, please use the comment section below to tell us (again) how our free weekly "pollutes" the minds of readers and should only be used for the purpose of lining a hamster cage. Etc. etc.