I’d just like to take a moment to thank whomever needed to steal a $10 stopwatch from my doorstep that had been delivered on 9/17. I get it; seeing that box on the doorstep for three days straight while I was in NY must have been such utter torture that you had to rescue it from its abandonment. And, hey, a reward for your gallant behavior — a brand new stopwatch for you! I only needed it for school and thought ordering it would get it to me faster than having time to get to the store. But I truly hope it’s as crappy as the picture and description looked on Walmart.com and that it beeps at your conscience in your sleep like a tell-tale watch. You are a jerk, and I am a poor grad student out ten bucks.