We live in a very small town. Because our house is so close to the post office, they won’t deliver, so we get a P.O. Box for free.
Now, I know it’s Christmas, and there’s millions of Christmas cards and presents winging their way across the country, and God knows, at 37 cents a pop, it’s a bargain at twice the price.
Yet, on Saturday, we ran out of stamps. I knew that neither Ivylad nor I would get to the post office until the next Saturday, and that was too late to send out Christmas cards.
Remembering that I used to order stamps by mail up in South Carolina, I enclosed a check for $37 along with a brief note, asking that 100 self-adhesive stamps be put in our P.O. box with our next day’s mail. I dropped this off in the incoming mail slot on Sunday.
There was no stamp on this envelope.
I put our return address sticker, but all I wrote in the address portion was “(Name of Town) Postmaster.”
No stamps yesterday in our box.
Oh, well, says I. Maybe they didn’t get around to sorting the mail until Monday afternoon, so we should get our stamps on Tuesday.
Ivylad checks with the postmaster today. It turns out that this letter, with no stamp and no address is on its way to downtown Orlando. Despite the fact that I did not put it in the Orlando outgoing mailbox!
As I said, it’s a very small town! There’s not that much mail that stays in town, and I would think the fact that there was no stamp and addressed only to the Postmaster would have been a clue that maybe it wasn’t supposed to be mailed!