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When I was a kid, living in Bayonne, an aunt mailed me a US Savings Bond for my birthday. When it hadn't arrived after more than one week, my mother contacted the local Postmaster. Because this involved an instrument of The US Treasury, it resulted in a full-bore investigation by the U.S. Postal Inspectors, but they found no trace of it for several months.
Fast forward at least 6 months later, and a large envelope arrived from the Office of The U.S. Postal Inspector, containing both the envelope with my savings bond, and a letter of explanation. The explanation was a real corker:
For reasons that nobody could explain, the envelope went from the Bayonne P.O. to the Naval P.O. at the old Bayonne Naval Terminal. From there, it was loaded onto the USS Mauna Loa (an ammunitions carrier) along with the correct military mail, and the Mauna Loa went to sea on maneuvers for several months. When the Mauna Loa returned to port in Bayonne, the envelope was finally routed correctly, the Postal Inspectors retrieved it, and it was forwarded to me. Because of all of the postmarks on the envelope, I was able to confirm this strange tale.
For reasons that nobody could explain, the envelope went from the Bayonne P.O. to the Naval P.O. at the old Bayonne Naval Terminal. From there, it was loaded onto the USS Mauna Loa (an ammunitions carrier) along with the correct military mail, and the Mauna Loa went to sea on maneuvers for several months. When the Mauna Loa returned to port in Bayonne, the envelope was finally routed correctly, the Postal Inspectors retrieved it, and it was forwarded to me. Because of all of the postmarks on the envelope, I was able to confirm this strange tale.
Wow! Your mail was probably very nearby the actual Bermuda Triangle at one point.
I found a jury summons for someone else in my snowdrift recently.
I had a coworker who was a classic diva. I once saw her rip up a jury summons with a smirk of defiance. I was like, "WHAT are you DOOOOing???" Apparently, she has always ripped up her jury summonses.
"SO? What are they gonna do about it? They can't MAKE me go. Total BS."
The world is full of special and interesting people.
Yesterday, they closed at 5PM
And I walked up at 5:06.
Oh well. Today...
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