Maybe I'm being overly sensitive about this, but I have had it with getting 6 or more fucking phone books every year.
The Spousal Unit noticed the latest one lying on the front porch when he came home today and tried to sneak into the house without me noticing it and transferring my rage to him.
He needn't have worried. I'm saving my outrage for where it will be the most satisfying. I'm planning my next move right now.
a) Package up each phone book, address them to the phone book company sans return address and postage, and drop into a mailbox,
b) Drive all the phone books to the phone book company office and leave them in front of their door,
c) take the non-psychotic route, and phone them to complain and tell them I don't want any more phone books delivered here?
The last one would likely be the most productive choice, but also the least fun.