What is a monkeybox?

When I was a little girl, we had a pet monkey named Amanda. My Dad worked in the produce business, so each night he brought home that days culls in a big box - spotty cucumbers, pithy apples, limp celery, moldy oranges and the like. We called it a monkeybox. It was really just trash, but my Mom would take each piece of fruit and trim it, pare it and cut it up to make a beautiful fruit platter for Amanda. Even though it was deemed trash by one, it still had life left in it and was good for the purpose we needed it. That's how I live my life - thrifting, yard saling, looking for another's trash to be my treasure.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Return to Sender

I love mail. I get all giddy when the mail runs. What sort of surprises lie in wait in the mailbox? Oh, sure sometimes there are bills (lately there are a lot of bills courtesy of the old gall bladder surgery) and lots of junk mail. But there might be a neat new magazine, or a free coupon or maybe even a note from a friend. I always save those to open last.

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!

7 comments:

  1. Wow! That is pretty bad.

    At least it wasn't actually for you, I think I would be nervous getting anything from a lawyer!

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  2. Michelle6:55 AM

    When I read your blog this morning...wow! I'm sitting one block away from the intended address right now! I work in downtown Richmond, VA. What a story! Too Wierd! :)

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  3. But hey, they want our government to manage our health care now. You'll go in for a gall bladder removal and come out with a third kidney. Sea Witch

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  4. I just heard some report on how the USPS lost money last year to the tune of billions of dollars. I guess now we know why! (and I happen to agree with Sea Witch!)

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  5. Half of my mail this week belonged to someone else.

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  6. Yes, you've got the proof right there, on why the USPS is so far in debt! We keep getting the wrong mail, which scares me, because is someone getting ours too? And twice now, when I've bought something on Ebay, I've tracked my package as it went across the country and right past my state!

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  7. You are goood. Cause I would have totally opened it! Before knowing it was not intended for me. Of course! Otherwise it would have been a federal offense in the form of debilitating curiosity!

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