I’ve been known to expound on the many virtues of the US Postal Service, but I’m beginning to wonder about the amount of other people’s mail that shows up in the Weekndr family mailbox.
Long Live the US Post Office
Before I get into it, let’s discuss those virtues. How about the Forever stamp, which retains the value of a current stamp no matter what you paid for it. Or the flat-rate box. Stuff anything inside and it costs the same rate to send. And don’t get me started on that business model, a shining example of public-run, private corporation that ensures open access to a vital public service, without the fear of corruption by corporate greed and interests. Its compassionate capitalism.
Blame it on the Postal Service
These virtues aside, there is one problem that persists. The carelessness of some postal carriers, ours included.
Yesterday we received an invitation to the CHS “64” REUNION, from one Rose Marie, who apparently is organizing the 35-year celebration for the former resident of our address. I’m sure he won’t want to miss that event, even though he will. There’s also a seemingly important letter from the Town for one of our neighbors who we have never actually met. Looks likes she might owe some back taxes, but will she ever know?
“Don’t be nosey,” says Mrs. Weekndr, as I hold the letter up to the window light for a better look.
Of course, I shudder to think about what important letters of ours might have ended up in our neighbors’ mailboxes, forever lost.