Well, it's the second time it's happened this year and I am really ticked off. I'd fire off a strongly worded letter to my imaginary boyfriend, U.S. Postmaster General Jack Potter, but I know it wouldn't do any good.
From time to time I'll stop by my "city" Post Office, the one I frequent when I have stuff to mail and I find myself on the other side of the water from the island where we live. I like to surprise Donna by sending her postcards, for no reason other than everyone likes to get something handwritten in the mail once i a while and it lets her know I am thinking of her.
Last week I sent her an awesome little antique photograph of a very proper and fancy little girl, circa 1920 I guess and expected it to arrive at home the next day. It's only 13 miles by the way. Well, it didn't come. Surely by the following day though, right? Not so much. The sad end to the story is that it has now been a week and the postcard never came.
Somewhere in the middle of all this I stopped by the so-called Post Office and talked to the worker bee on duty. I explained about the undersized black and white photo postcard I had mailed that week that never arrived at its destination and wondered if she could re-check the mail chute in case it got stuck.
"Oh, it was undersized. There's your problem," she shot back.
"Well, it was a little smaller than a modern postcard but certainly something your machines would have been able to pick up. It wasn't invisible!," I countered.
"Did you put your return address on it?," she asked , and not ironically.
And I said, before leaving, "With all due respect, if you can't deliver it to the correct address already on the card, why might you be able to deliver it to the return address?"
Look, I know you take your chances if you don't get tracking on anything you mail and it certainly wouldn't occur to me to do that on a postcard but it is still disappointing. So, Donna, your little girl is lost but please enjoy this image of a monkey riding a bicycle, with my deepest affection.