I think my supporters are trying to kill me...

I'm forty years old. My doctor tells me it's time to start paying more attention to things like random chest pains or numbness in my extremities. I start to hear stories about guys my age who were runners like me and dropped dead one day during a routine jog. Nothing drives home the point that you're getting older like having to watch out for heart attacks! Yesterday's drive home from a screening was brutal. There is a stretch of Rockhill Road that my opponents have obviously been working very hard. To my left, one opponent's yard signs. To my right, my other opponent's yard signs. Sign after sign after sign! (Note to self: Go knock doors on Rockhill Road) As I drew closer to home I knew there would be the comfort of Forsythe for City Council signs greeting me. The most obvious one located in front of my house. I looked forward to being in "friendly territory." I parked in front of my house, gathered my things and started up the walk. About halfway to the door I froze. Something was missing. I wheeled around and sure enough, no yard sign! I stood there for a few seconds letting the reality sink in. "I've been punk'd!" I thought to myself. I know yard sign mischief abounds, but my own house? My blood pressure began to rise. I'd just been through the gauntlet of my opponents' signs only to come home and find mine missing?! I headed inside to get a replacement sign. That's when I found the note. Mark- I stole your yard sign! I need it, and I assume you have more... Call me if you need it back. Bob My blood pressure returned to normal. In fact, I had a good laugh reading that note. Uh oh. Was that a chest pain?