January 18 we were invited to dinner with friends whose house is less than two miles from ours.
January 20 mailed bread-and-butter note.
January 28 the note was in my mailbox.
Right, I am an idiot. I am the one who neglected to stamp the envelope before posting it. Yet. Yet it took the postal service eight days to get it back to me.
Well. They were working for free, so. . .
8 comments:
Yeah, what is with that?! I get mail back at work months later. Where is all this stuff sitting?
Love the USPS.
It usually works this way for me. I draft an e-mail (perhaps to you) and I click send. (Actually I use keyboard commands so it's [alt] S.)
A pop message appears telling me that the message requires at least one recipient.
Doh!
Lin, I've no idea where it is, but I guess they clean out that bin infrequently.
Vee, yes. Mostly pretty good service for the price. Although. Since the cost of first class in 1950 was three cents, and the cost now is 49 cents, one observes that the increase has outpaced inflation significantly (should be thirty cents). Yet the postal service is broke. Can anyone say "mismanagement"? Oh, yeah. Delivery to your home, twice a day. Nah. Must be fantasizing now.
Chuck, I've done that. More than once.
Postal service is greatly under-staffed. Return mail? Put it in a bin and then maybe once a week or on a slow day, re-process it?
Grace, I suspect that it happens just so.
you still use snail mail? Fie!
Sharkey, how my Mama taught me. Except of course for the omission of the postage.
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