Because it was 'yesterdays'.
This was at about half past midnight in a petrol station, the papers were right there, but had been stacked up, presumably to be returned.
He point blank refused to let me buy one, and I waaaanted to. So had a bit of a toddler strop and called him a jobsworth twat. Whoops.
In my defence I had had a lot of wine, and really really wanted the paper.