ride_4ever

Yays, fen snail mail!

The last mail anecdote, though - creepy. Creepy af. I wonder if one of the mail carriers did that, or if it was mangled in a sorting machine.

I once got mail - that was addressed to me - over TWO YEARS after it was initially sent. It was so badly mangled - probably by the automated sorting machines - that it finally got to me, with an apology from the USPS, in a protective plastic bag. wtf. I mean, I'm glad it finally arrived - and that it wasn't particularly important (just a bill) - but, jeez, ffs. I suppose I should be glad that the USPS admitted it was their error and that that happens so infrequently.

(Much more frequently, I got mail for other addresses, so I assume other addresses also got some of my mail, sigh. It doesn't happen as often where I live now, as it did at EVERY address I lived at in B-----: my mom's building, when I lived with M-----, and when I had my own post-M------ apartment.

I think there is just something about the B----- USPS office and employees. I don't know what the deal is, but it's been like that all my life - it even was throughout my childhood! - so it's a decades-long problem. My mom would send us off to neighbors' houses down the block, the next block over, or a couple blocks over, to bring them their misdirected USPS mail. If I need to snail mail something I really, really need to get where it's going, I either mail it at the bulk USPS office at Harrison & Canal downtown, or mail it at the USPS offices in O-- P--- or in N---- R--------.)