So today when I got the mail, I noticed a hand addressed envelope. I put it at the bottom of the pile to open last. When I was just about to rip it open, I flipped it over to have a look at the return address.
A lawyer. A layer in Virginia. Hmmmmmm........What is this all about?
That's when I glanced at the address. "My address" so to speak.
Hmmmmm....Let's see. This is not the Executive Secretary of the Department of Resolution Services for the Supreme Court of Virginia. This is not the Supreme Court of Virginia. This is not North Ninth Street. This is not Richmond, Virginia. Not even close.
The only "close" part is the "100 North" part. Other than that - no way. This is Arkansas for one thing. How on earth did this make it all the way from Norfolk, VA to my house in Arkansas (1,294 miles) when it should have gone a mere 98.8 miles to Richmond, VA?
At least now I understand why the price of stamps keeps going up. Gas money!