I was rushing around this morning addressing envelopes and signing letters and writing checks, all of which needed to be matched up.
That matched up bit was very important.
Very important.
Why?
That’s a very interesting question…
One of the letters was a thank you note to the head of the radiology program down in Maryland where I had an interview last week.
One of the letters was a quick note to the admissions department at the University of Charleston about my registering for classes, and along with the letter there was a check for $100 to cover some college-related expense.
One of the letters was a note to my physician inquiring about the possibility of getting my meds from Canada, since they cost 3 arms and 5 legs down here in the states.
One of the letters was a personal note to a friend of mine in which phrases such as Cum-Felching Goat Blower and Lobster Humping S***burger Griller were used. (All in love of course.
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I also had another check for $90 to pay for my counseling session which was the reason I was rushing around.
So I put letters into envelopes and sealed them and headed off to see my conselor, after which I stopped by the Post Office and dropped the letters in the mailbox.
It was at the exact point when the letters slipped past the point of No Return in the Box that a hideous thought slammed through my head: Are you sure you put the right letters in the right envelopes? 'Cause it would be REALLY bad if Carrie (the program director down in Maryland)got the letter intended for John (Goat Blower letter.)
REALLY bad.
Like take your car and drive it into a semi kind of bad.
But then, after thinking it through calmly and clearly, I knew that I had put each letter in the proper envelope.
But there was that moment of SHEER UNADULTERATED TERROR!!!