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.
Print isn’t dying fast enough. It must be euthanized.
The Mercury should host a deliver FoodDay to the Oregonian event. I’d call it FoodDayDay Imagine even just fifty people taking their FoodDays to the Oregonian office and dumping all of them at the O’s front door at the same time. It’d make a nice picture at least. Then we can move on to the owners of the phone book printer with a special delivery of unwanted phone books for them.
Alternatively, call the cops and report some Offensive Littering or Criminal Mischief III or something. Insist on an investigation.
You can’t stop it – calling every week doesn’t matter cause it’ll just be some new meth head delivery person they hire and didn’t get the memo.
That’s what I was thinking, this has to be the work of methheads!
Maybe you don’t realize that there are bargains inside, Sarah.
What really bothers me is the amount of sweeping that needs to be done on that poor little porch. It’s called a broom Sarah!
Everything bad that happens in Portland is either the work of meth addicts or hipsters. Are any hipsters on meth yet, using it “ironically”?
Got one and a phone book in the last week, both of which will rot in the front entryway as a warning sign to other potential detritus. At least have the courtesy to knock on my door and put your junk mail in my hands like the Jehovah’s Witnesses do.
FOODDAY AND PHONEBOOKS: GET THE FUCK OFF MY PORCH.
I LIKE FOODDAY.
you would
@7, no hipsters use cocaine…meth is’nt chic enough. You know, cocaine’s a hell of a drug
regards
Rick James
Why doesn’t the Merc file a police report? Trespass/littering being two of the crimes committed.
Or absolutely more petrifying to the Oregonian: A Better Business Bureau complaint with full documentation. Nothing freaks businesses out faster. I can also vouch that the drivers delivering papers put life and limb of pedestrians at risk from 3-5 a.m. every morning in SouthWest. Only a matter of time before they kill someone doing 45 in a 25 residential..
Never look a gift horse….
@12: I’m glad to know that no hipsters use cocaine, but I didn’t ask whether they did. And meth “is’nt chic” enough for you? Snob.
Fortunately in my neighborhood Food Day does not check up on their distro so they go straight into the charity paper recycler by the truckload.
A few years ago I called and politely told the O that the must stop delivery as the Food Days were preventing the roomie’s wheelchair from safely navigating the ramp in the front of our house. Worked like a charm.
After six phone calls, a mailed letter, and a couple of emails, I managed to hold off delivery for nearly one whole year over a five-and-a-half year period. However, after the new year, they were back again. I’ve taken to emailing a contact there and requiring he come and pick up the papers from my yard. Still, a waste of my time. Next stop is finding the appropriate crime to report here.