Errr....this was supposed to go to Canada.

ElzaHub called me two days ago when I was visiting my parents in Virginia.

ElzaHub: “We got a Christmas card in the mail.”
Me: “Okay. It’s Christmas. That happens.”
ElzaHub: “Actually, it’s addressed to Mr. and Mrs. J. Smith.”
Me: “So? They probably lived in our house a few years ago.” (We’ve gotten mail for three different residents of our house who no longer live here)
ElzaHub: “Okay, but the address is 111 15th Avenue NW.”
Me: “Yep, that’s our address. Why is this such a big deal to you?”
ElzaHub: “Because the city and state is a town in Saskatchewan, Canada.”

We live in Ohio. :smiley:

It came from somewhere in New Hampshire. We’re trying to figure out how it happened.

Ohio…Saskatchewan. Ohio…Saskatchewan. Ohio…Saskatchewan.

We’re going to put it in an envelope and send it along to the proper recipients with a note explaining what happened :smiley: .

E.

Hmm.

SK. OH.

You can’t even write the postal abbreviations similarly. And the Canadian postal code would be a dead giveaway.

Was it from in-town? Maybe someone put it in the local mail slot and it never made it into the long-distance delivery system. Was it a domestic stamp?

It was a domestic stamp (three of 'em, actually), but the actual return address was in New Hampshire. Nowhere near Ohio.

We thought it was pretty funny. Unfortunately, they’re getting their Christmas card rather late, though. :smiley:

Don’t tell me you’re turning Japanese.

Screwups happen. Sometimes they give me material for a bad joke. I like that.

You call that bad? At least you had the right street. The place I lived in college once got a letter destinted for someplace in Florida. We lived in NY. The letter was also from Florida. The town was not the same, the street was not the same, the only thing that was the same was the number. The return address was a state prison in Florida.

This is what happens when you disarm postal workers.