Last spring, I very publicly called the Oregonian to stop FOODday delivery to my house.

I've kept quiet about FOODday since then because I was a bit sheepish to admit that, like a terrible rash, the FOODday returned. The paper stopped its delivery for a couple months but then the FOODday came creeping back. I've just been letting them pile up, every once in a while working up the ambition to throw out a giant pile of the papers.

According to people who've gone through the effort to join an anti-FOODday Facebook group, my experience is not unique. Apparently numerous people experience FOODday resurgence, where they ask the O to stop delivering its wasteful weekly sack of coupons and the delivery subsides, then returns.

Well, last week my friend Anna was in town from New York. After a long night, she got to my house before I did and then called, sounding a little freaked out.

"I think someone maybe vandalized your house," she said, nervously. "It's like someone has dumped a big pile of trash on your porch, like ads or something." You're right, friend. That's exactly what happened.

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